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20 July 2003 @ 04:25 pm
In the dream that awakened me,
you had come and taken me
to a sea of stars.
The cat stood in the flowers two ears above.

And the ground that was under me
was holding me so wonderfully
on a bed of leaves
and you were here with me and we were free.

Everything we saw
was beautiful and strong,
and I knew we belonged.

Then the birds came and carried us
to the sky and married us on a bed of stars,
where I was always yours
and you were mine.

And in the long back eternity,
I love you so perfectly
in the words of clouds,
like a bird sings to his flowers and I was heard.

Everything I saw
was everything I'd want,
and this world had just begun to live.
Don't wake me up,
I can't wake up from this.

Everyone was forgiven;
made hopeful;
made living;
made winning,

So, Captain, please consider me.
Let the boats deliver me.
When I close my eyes,
drive, captain, drive.
It's time.

For everything to be perfect,
for everything to stop hurting,

Don't wake me up.

I'm a long list with no time.
Sunset panic on the street,
sugar and lightbulbs,
the milk of kindness is behind us now.
With all those stones in your coat,
did you think I wouldn't know?

The teat leaves of trashed streets,
dirty needlesand sweets.
Zero to heaven in seven,
a lifetime,
a nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass
is going by so fast.

The radio is playing our tune.
I love it, could you turn it down?
The thought of you crying in my room;
I miss you, could you come around

When the nigh comes down,
the world becomes a room
under the microscope
with a labcoat and glue.

I'm fixing this hole
with everything I knew.

The music is making my head split.
I love it, could you turn it off?
The thought of you is tearing me in two.
I miss you, could you come around

This list is what went right;
your name is written twice.
We live like astronauts
and our missions never cross.
The stakes are high,
we're standing by.

There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you;
Everyone one seemed new,
natural and true,
perfecting lonliness
'til nothing's holding us.
Consider Earth:
we could be the first.
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