Moonshine and flowers.
I'll get you out of my head.
I'll think of things that are
silver green and purplish black.
Things that fly where I cant reach
then come back with whispers of love...
and hate.
I run where no one has gone
to the woods of hanging dead
and vines that swing.
I dip my feet in deep still pools
the moon reflects my face
as the tears fall.
Yes I made the pool
but who else will give me one?
I think of owls and clocks that tick
and monsters with giant tongues who like to lick.
I dream of waterfalls never failing
and rocks that never crack or weather.
I close my eyes real tight and I can see
everything painted black and red.
My mind swoons as I grow tired.
I see images merge with one another.
My body feels heavy and weak.
I need to get to bed and sleep.
But I know when I lay down my head,
you'll be there in my dreams
and I know in the morn
I'll wake up and scream.....
you will be no nearer to me....
