Dreams Gone Away
Tell me about the dream
Wherewepullthebodiesoutofthelake
And Dress them in warm clothes again
Howitwaslate, and no one
Could sleep, The horses running until they forget
That they are horses.
It'snotlikeatree
Where the roots have to end somewhere,
It's more like a song
On a policeman's radio,
Howwerolledupthecarpet So er could dance,
And The days were brightred,
And everytime we kissed
There was another apple
To slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the window pane
That means it's noon,
That means we're inconsolable.
Tellmehowallthis, And love too,
Will Ruin Us.
These,
Our bodies,
Possessed by light
Tellmewe'llnevergetusedtoit
Storytime
where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep,
the horses running until they forget
that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots
have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song
on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet
so we could dance, and the days were bright red,
and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane.
That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
Tell me about the dream
Wherewepullthe bodies outofthelake
And dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late,
And no one could sleep,
The horses running
Until they forget
That they are horses.
It’s not like a tree
Where the roots
Have to end somewhere,
It’s more like a song
On a policeman’s radio,
How we rolled up the carpet
So we could dance,
And the days were bright red,
And every time we kissed
There was another apple
To slice into pieces.
Look at the light
Through the windowpane.
That means it’s noon,
That means we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this,
And love too,
Will ruin us.
These,
Our bodies,
Possessed by light.
Tell me
We’ll never get used to it.
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Science Says
It was a simpler time then
When we were simple things
Performing a limited
Set of functions
and tasks
We were independent
Of each other
Things have a
tendency
To
change
You said
There’s a theory for
that
For everything
For
that matter
You believed in science
And I in nothing
I trusted the thinkers
Who trusted no one
Who questioned their own questions
Into silence
Things have changed
You warned me
You said science
says
If you and me become we
This is going to get complicated
You were right
I don’t know
What’s going to happen
To you next
I hardly sleep
I can’t develop a routine
I want you to live forever
Or at least longer than me
Which is the only child
Of forever
I don’t regret anything
Our complexes
Our
love
In
the face of certainty
The Science Of We
It was a simpler time then
When we were simple things
Performing A limited set of functions and tasks
We were Independent Of each other
Thingshaveatendencytochange
You said There's a theory forthat
foreverything
For that matter You
Believed in science
And I In nothing
Itrustedthethinkers
Who
Trusted No one
Who questioned their own questions into silence
Things Have changed
Youwarnedme
You said Science says
If you and me become we
Thisisgoingtogetcomplicated
You Were
Right
I Don't know What's Going to happen to you
Next
Ihardlysleep
Ican'tdevelopearoutine
I Wantyou
To live
Forever
Or at least Longer than me
Which Is the only child of forever
Idon'tregretanything
Our complexes Our love
In the face of certainty
Organic Chemistry
It was a simpler time then
when we were simple things performing
a limited set of functions and tasks
we were independent of each
other things have a tendency to change
you said there’s a theory
for that for everything for that matter
you believed in science and I in nothing
I trusted the thinkers who trusted no one
who questioned their own questions into silence
things have changed you warned me
you said science says if you and me become we
this is going to get complicated you were right
I don’t know what’s going to happen to you next
I hardly sleep I can’t develop a routine I want you
to live forever or at least longer than me
which is the only child of forever I don’t regret anything
our complexes our love in the face of certainty
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