Thursday, July 22

Soul

All the cars are parked up the one way street
The sun beams through the windows building up heat
We're in the shade
In a place with a forgotten name

This is the place I come when I want to sleep
Well when I want to be quiet at least
There is no shame
In a place with a forgotten name

I'm going home
This is my soul

When the clock stopped it was quarter past two
And now there's nothing better for me to do
On the scorched grass
Where I can find some peace at last

Smashed up windows broken frames painted blue
To match the sky that turned a lighter hue
Down in the glass
Where I can find some peace at last

I'm going home
This is my soul

It's no longer a matter of time
It's just that everything that's here is now mine

There are no birds that I can name in the sky
And every time I look at you I know why
You're still the same
It's just that everything else has changed.

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