November 05, 2003

it doesn't help that you live in pasadena

these are parisienne streets
glide me to the bridge
globing across the arroyo
as I cross the hills, I can
see the cracks where the lights shine
through, brightness, not daylight
(gonna kick the darkness til it bleeds daylight)
you are my major key
(the minor fall and the major lift)
the orange grove sings sweetly
(it's inconsequential that you sing so sweetly)
and I can smell the juniper bush
my lonely apartment
(lonely only only old town)
wishes you were here
(like two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl)

Posted by orion at November 5, 2003 03:28 AM | TrackBack