jueves, 23 de abril de 2009

AT NIGHT TREES AREN'T SLEEPING


I wear my bowtie to bed
Because I'm waiting for the gorgeous young man 
Hiding in the spaces 
That darkness hides gorgeous young men 

Everything is falling apart, yes, I am
Watching me watch birds watch people

If we are only waiting here to die
At least let me put my arms around you
Why try to keep it from myself
When it feels so good to sing about love?

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