Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks
We're getting where we need to
The night is always young
Don't let all your words
Do all the talking
Write each one down
On the back of your tongue
Don't wait in the trial room
Looking for a fit.
Interlocked, interspersed
The grooves of our fingertips
Do away with rhymes
Tire yourself of poetry
A language lies buried
In the cracks of your lips.
Leave in a hurry
Jump in a rush
Others will find your footprints
On those warning signs
Let them look for reason
And search for meaning
There is nothing written
In between these lines
Take a leap over faith
I'll hold you tight as we both fall
The cautionary tale of our love
Shall remain unsung
Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks
We're getting where we need to
The night is always young
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks
We're getting where we need to
The night is always young
Don't let all your words
Do all the talking
Write each one down
On the back of your tongue
Don't wait in the trial room
Looking for a fit.
Interlocked, interspersed
The grooves of our fingertips
Do away with rhymes
Tire yourself of poetry
A language lies buried
In the cracks of your lips.
Leave in a hurry
Jump in a rush
Others will find your footprints
On those warning signs
Let them look for reason
And search for meaning
There is nothing written
In between these lines
Take a leap over faith
I'll hold you tight as we both fall
The cautionary tale of our love
Shall remain unsung
Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks
We're getting where we need to
The night is always young
