The wires dream about swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep At least I woke up smiling, so glad I had a dream
She is waving out of the window Her smile is red as a wound And my quiet heart goes to pieces It's been a lonely year in this room
And I will not ignore you like before My january promises are more Than words softly spoken
I'm filming now Obsessed with how I look And everything I told you Was stolen from a book I read something about kisses in a sience magazine Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scenes
She is waving out of the window Her smile is red as a wound And my quiet heart goes to pieces It's been a lonely year in this room
And I will not ignore you like before My january promises are more Than words softly spoken
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