Broken Pictures

 

Looked out through a different window, when time was still I thought of you. All those ways you tried to reach me, your love so strong you still come through. Looked out through a different window, into a life that looked like mine. I thought I heard you call my name. I love you, you’re never mine. The fires that burn in oil drums, that was our only kind of light. From the shadows in the distance, that’s where your vision you caught my sight. Broken pictures in fragile frames, the photographs give me flashbacks. A memory that time will stain, from negatives fear the relapse. For all those words I never said. The arguments I never meant. The promises I never kept. Circles broken, words were spoken. You’ve no reply. I tell you why. I need to feel our love alive. I need to feel our love alive. A light so bright should never die. You’ll always be part of my life, the secret place where I will hide. Feel your spirit in the lyric, you’re the voice you make me hear it. Now when I’m lost inside a rage, I call your name to ease the pain. Now my words dance across the page, I know my life won’t be the same. I know my life won’t be the same. A trinity, infinity, of unity, in destiny. I trip my mind, I trip. Looked out through a different window, sole butterfly that’s trapped in time. Looked out through a different window, my cling film wrapped in instant high. Looked out through a different window, a poet sentenced to write the line. I love you, in another time. I love you, in another time. Looked out through a different window, where the answers they surround us. Where our lives will show the signs, if I could I’d take a moment, to take a trip now through your mind. A mad man there lives on the moon, now when he jumps he jumps too soon. Sometimes he goes up on the roof, where all the stars are future-proof. Sometimes he’s down, sometimes looks back; to find the place just where your at. Sometimes he looks you in the eyes, takes you into the universe; then helps you make your cosmic ride. At night when all the colours fade, he waits for you to keep your faith. He takes you to that special place, where once again you’re beautiful. Where once again you feel so safe. Where once again you feel so safe. I trip my mind.

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