The Meeting Places

Until It's Gone

The Meeting Places


She was nineteen with her father's eyes
but she'll hide them tonight

We want to see the paint strip the room and the night close the blinds

With wilting eyes and dulling skin
a ship's fire will begin

She'll run in the rain under light-pole skies
with the weight of her lies

She longs to feel the time in her hands, through cracked glass bleeding sand

We'll never write, we'll never call,
exposed bones shimmer white

AND YOU WILL NEVER WAIT SO LONG
TIME WILL SLIP BY UNTIL IT'S GONE
-repeat

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