Bellingham below, the stained glass window
You inhaled the smoke, instead of the storm
Two feathers and two stones make for the rhythm
Off beat again, i have never learned of control
We drove for days through the ice and the rain behind semi-lights
So i could explain why your emptiness compels me
I want to make you cry, to feel whole on the inside
Your apathy is a lie
Remember me in a nutshell
I refuse to leave without a proper goodbye
Stolen banjo strings & a suitcase of clothes
I feel more at home on the road
And i'm confused as to why
A hitchhiker's dream, synchronicity
A community of religious open arms
The naked skin, does it really win?
Do you miss the connection, or should i speak in vain?
Forget your own name, our languages are different
Do i sound like gibberish coming home with lies to be fed?
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