Restorations
In Perpetuity Throughout The Universe
She says "I'm a real person, aren't I?" She points and she waves as I stumble And collapses into dust There's frantic waving outside under each street light Says they're waiting to get picked up And point up I'll take my time Watch the patterns pass down As I sit and watch Off the swinging porch of an old twin colonial Memory forever As one's mind crawls southbound down the east coast Flies through the high grass As you appear and then reappear And then reappear I'll take my time Watch the patterns pass down
From Letras Mania