I watch you from rooftops,
Flailing across a river,
Sending signals to my skyline.
Phone calls and letters,
Coming from strange beds,
Words that were best unsaid.
Send your heartbeat across this sky,
So it can pound with mine.
In this wound I call a chest,
That’s hoping for the best,
In a world of foreign eyes,
In between unfamiliar Thighs,
Still Hear a voice that ties,
Me to you with no compromise.
Just come home back to me.
Sitting south of the heaven we built
Smoke distorts these dreams
Liqour drowning out voices of guilt
It’s all that we hear
It’s all that we fear
Drink through a tear
We Waite for goodbyes
Before you disappear
Break what we had
Break what we love
There is nothing left in this space
Just exhausted feelings
And an unforgettable face.
If I screamed your name would you still hear me?
If our eyes met across a crowded room would you still see me?
Do you still taste me in every whiskey soaked tongue?
Do you still smell me in every strange bed?
Does it all feel the same with someone new?
Nothing feels good since you.
Your face still at the heart of it all.
My sleepless nights.
My purposeless days.
Waiting for you to bring back any meaning,
To the rhythmic pattern of my breathing.
My concrete abyss sings to me,
songs bright and alive with trains and speeding cars.
Laughter of lovers in overwhelming crowds,
Echoes of music from shops and sidewalk composers.
My concrete abyss smiles at me,
Spectacular side walks blinding whilst they shimmer.
A beautiful stranger behind golden hair,
Starlit night seen from rooftops and scaffolding.
My concrete abyss screams at me,
Harsh hatred from raucous auto horns and screeching sirens,
senseless shouting from hungry vagabonds and lonely nomads,
Rain crashing against windows and tar lined rooftops.
My concrete abyss sneers at me,
Dark clouds frowning from hollow skies,
Disgusted looks from suits and ties,
The unpleasant burn of prying eyes.
Concrete abyss how I love you.
Concrete abyss how I hate you
I saw the sunset today,
I know it doesn’t sound like much,
but i think it was the first time.
The first time i truly saw something greater than me.
When is the last time you can say you did that,
something not of man,
that goes beyond the logic of modern world explanations.
Why does this lone star vanishing beneath a blue ocean,
Leaving vacant purple skies,
have the power.
To move a man to tears,
To question all he has believed in,
To believe in something that is no more,
and that a new day is coming.
Is it all just an accident?
I hope not.