Love is not a card

A rose

A heart even

It's the chemicals in us

Stardust

It's loss in it's gain

It's the wind the rain

The fall

The rise again

The different

But the same

It all happens

All the time

In each tear from your eye

Mindlessley inside me

Struggling to be free

Cutting from all sympathy

Radiating empathy

Dilution of the inside

Malfunction and override

Fluctuating moonlit tide

Feeling so alone inside

Incredible insanity grows thick in city streets

The black and blue of winter makes the misery complete

I saunter down the crystal street composing lonely beats

Controlling patience for the moment you and I will meet


Sensitivity complexity are symbols on your soul

Perplexed by past emotion prior love has left me old

The wall is not of wonder and it keeps our love so cold

Years ago in lonely streets is where our love was sold

Restaurants to rooms to ride

Lips that shape the words you hide

Oceans become roads for feet where poets and roses meet

Tear drenched shoulders drop as the new genre stalks the halls where clocks stop

Wait.....


It's the way it beats and bangs the door for more

The way it bleeds

Nostalgia

Soft electric screams

Mad Kings

Cool Queens

Just like that ****** and all the bloodshed

Was like the day that you and I wed


Was fun to start then it all went wrong

As the knife pierced I realised my flaw

I  didn't cover it

I didn't care

I left the duck tape

On the top stair


What to do what to say

Heart beats mysterious ways

Pounding like I fell in love

Bite the head from a white dove

Depraved and cultured almost ready

For life in our society

Not gonna drunk dial unless I've something worthwhile but oh what I might say

Gotta a rye smile and ****** if I care not gonna flinch any shape or anywhere

Roaming up and roaming down it's strange I feel I'm roaming around

And failing all the people too

Tell stories they would love from you

******* hell again this shell, we'll break, we'll rise, we'll fall again

We'll live, we'll die and maybe cry but shhhh....

Carried by the weather not feeling too well

Blown to the edge of our wishing well

Muddy boots and a stupid look in a ***** old mac thinking if there's any way I could take my wish back