Is it too much to ask
to be waking up slow?
The tightropes are in trouble
always a waiting game to carry you
I dreamed a dream
of the crowded places of my youth
The paper houses around me created
parallel lines out of a sad song
Your telephone string
a monster within us
The teardrops on my guitar
a sign of the times
From this moment on
the power of love begins
You are the reason
I'm bleeding love
Going nowhere
we run into New Year's Day
I'm hopelessly devoted
to us
