Where will we go
On ****** Snow?
Melting
Like a crying child

There are too many holes in the ground
And too many in the air
Where do we go
On ****** Snow?

There are too many things
I don't want to see
It ***** the life out of me

Where do we go
On ****** Snow?

During my salvation's work
I left you alone

If there's a tide in your heart, pull now
There's a love song I want to sing
To say I love you
I always have and always will

I can't hide anything from you
The words I've forgotten, I've found them now
And the air is still crisp, the moon still bright
Shining on the ****** Snow

The half-rotting houses
Are filled with people
Some you want to meet
Some you want to love

You see her walking along the street
Dressed in black
A mystery you want to meet
You too are dressed in black
And wonder what she sees
Waiting for the bus
The bus that could set you free
There are conversations without speaking
But they fall to easily to the street
To join the chorus of car engines and cold weather

And then she’s standing right beside you at the bar on friday
In a striped vintage suit
You ask her name and she stays
She’s pretty and brave
Is that the rattling of chains?
Maybe it is
Because you thought about here while you were away
What you would say
And then she defeats you with a smile
Have a good night she says

You try so hard for an aerial view
But your eyes are now tried and true
Then you see her at the crossing
Dressed in black with a winter hat
And you’re walking beside her now
She’s watching your gait
You keep a straight face
She has no time to waste
She doesn’t seem to mind you
As you speak your voice competes with the street
She points to where you were going
And where she is going
Across the street
To set your gaze
Showing you where to look
The pastry shop brightly illuminated

She defeats you with a smile
That touches your mind
It's you pulling at the end of a long line

The half rotting houses
Are filled with people
Some you want to meet
And some you want to love

Stefanie's Guitar
Breaks off in a million shards
Its sound like a star
All angles of possibility
All directions
Light refracts, explodes, appears just to disappear
Beyond Stefanie's Guitar

To look with eyes that don’t judge
But Love
I’m on it like crime
I check it every time

Bell
Always by side
You’ve guarded my heart
For so long

I remember going busking
With you
Outside the supermarket
And I dropped you at my feet
And the homeless guy
Smiling at me

And when
I went to that place
The made bed
And Red light
The smiling girls
And I sang Valerie
And walked out
Passed the guard
Following me out
Cigarette in the street

We were all unmade
And I still am

You’ve guarded my heart
I believe

You said I’m worth a chance

The gates open and close behind me

Now I’m moving
It’s time to use my feet
Each other we’ll still see
I’m going out into the world
Make believe

Crispy Bits
In a pan
That’s what I am
Without me
The whole
Would be quite bland

I bring it together
I go well with everything
Perhaps
I didn’t know
And still don’t
Everything

But it would be a shame
If I spoke to soon
If I left myself
No more room
Got too dark
Bitter and sour of mood

I’m a crispy bit
In a pan
If I go wild
It better be with calm
And it should be with charm
The kitchen
Is still serving

Like rain on a thirsty day
You’ll be seeing me again