A pile of leaves
And the northern sky,
warn us
it's only a matter of time.
Diane,
out of control,
laughed and danced
on a hill.
prayers
paint the sky gray
change your mind,
on their lips
Baby, right on time,
the ocean air fanned
into that good night.
And we watched.
Nobody knows what the future holds:
keep on holding Diane
young,
or flip-flop,
try to go it alone?
Do you think you can go,
watch it all burn away?
It was only a matter of time:
Tottering off into that good night
on your own,
Baby it's a lifetime
like the end of day,
the wind picked up,
a wakeup call:
the end of days
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
A pile of leaves
And the northern sky,
warn us
it's only a matter of time.
Diane,
out of control,
laughed and danced
on a hill.
prayers
paint the sky gray
change your mind,
on their lips
Baby, right on time,
the ocean air fanned
into that good night.
And we watched.
Nobody knows what the future holds:
keep on holding Diane
young,
or flip-flop,
try to go it alone?
Do you think you can go,
watch it all burn away?
It was only a matter of time:
Tottering off into that good night
on your own,
Baby it's a lifetime
like the end of day,
the wind picked up,
a wakeup call:
the end of days
A challenge from Ty: Poem found in Grapevine Fires by Death Cab for Cutie, and Diane Young by Vampire Weekend.
