He's blind but he sees the roses
She has sight but she's blind to them
He gets calls from the sullen forest
She gets calls from the paper streets
He misses the beautiful people
She misses the dutiful sleep
Sweet words are all he's come to know
Rocky bridges plague her dreams
They live next to one another
But they can't speak in any way
While he lies in a cot made of broken branches
She sips tears out of metal glasses.
Oh woe
Why can't you see
That time will only dance for the trees?
Sunsets will only fade once the day
Has long since passed unnoticed
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
He's blind but he sees the roses
She has sight but she's blind to them
He gets calls from the sullen forest
She gets calls from the paper streets
He misses the beautiful people
She misses the dutiful sleep
Sweet words are all he's come to know
Rocky bridges plague her dreams
They live next to one another
But they can't speak in any way
While he lies in a cot made of broken branches
She sips tears out of metal glasses.
Oh woe
Why can't you see
That time will only dance for the trees?
Sunsets will only fade once the day
Has long since passed unnoticed
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