Descent

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the tunes i hear on the radio,
is nothing compared to your voice.
downing me to so many solutions,
but leaving me with only one choice.


you sing a song
of a thousand splendid suns,
patiently,
hoping to guide us doubtful ones.


the conclusion of our lives
will be nothing like what we have now

but in due time,
everyone we know will turn their backs on us.
hoping and praying that we turn to dust.

i find my way,
through the darkest of towns,
just maybe,
i could find that voice of yours.

the voice that brings peace
to the darkest of souls,
the voice that makes pigeons sound like murky crows.

we'll take a train
out of this god damned town,
perhaps even write
a check for seven hundred pounds.

the things we'll do
to get a way from problems and places,
is just like winning poker.
with just two aces.


so you see,
its easy to run, but its hard to hide.
i still cant remember,
when our love had died.

your purity
is the only thing that keeps me alive,
and you might be the queen,
but its time you returned to your hive.