Musee Mecanique

Stained glass and telephones, Trace the edges of these creaking bones, Where sunlight dares not go, Shadows now where once our fingers wrote, Along you arm, Little kisses in the dark, Strangers like us, Pacing the floor naked, Wrapping up in blankets

"These postures are cold,Seems that I'm fine to not to do,Anything,Then again, Who's looking? This scene's getting old,Yet I can't seem to take the fact,I might,Just give up,So it goes, Who's for it? My eyes have gone numb,What's the use when I can't

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Take precious things away, With clouds and tape, Strike up the bell to play, And walk down to the lake, Hold this ghost, Sweet unknown, Hold this ghost, Feels like home, Pack all your words in case, We take them all away, Find us the darkest space, I