Sky is falling?
The heavens are noisey.
Wind blow crass.
We could travel too well protected,
but we allow these things to cast.
She drives me crazy.
But she steals my pain.
When I dance drunk on the edge of love,
she pulls me back in again.
Let it go...
Where it wants to go.
And we choose not to show..
what it is that might destroy us so.
I tell her the earth is falling.
It's not where it used to be.
She tells me it's the angels recalling,
us all back to where we used to be.
I don't believe in spells.
But you never can tell.
The big tree in the yard that died so hard
has now come back and flowered fairly well.
Her eyes are deep, her eyes are dark.
Her heart harbors a lake of light,
but her eyes have the spark.
Bad times...
times two.
We let the season establish the reason.
I sit her down.
I calm her down.
I tell her the earth is falling.
She looks up
eyes wider than ever and says:
""That's OK"" I say
you don't understand it.
She says:
""Well ain't that just the way?""
I tell her the earth is falling.
It's not where it used to be.
She tells me it's the angels recalling,
us all back to where we used to be.
