There Are No New Clouds

Close to tired now you say It has never been okay And you're another day away We might be better off We may not need your fear I need you here The pictures stop Your fall's your loss I want to walk but it's yours The masks can fall, it's you who draw

They weren't interested in looking down And wanted to see the stars Run away in a snowstorm with a spoon And take the next trip off to Mars But something had to be written within the next act or two And they promised her silently in the hope that the

These things stay, that's why we're here Give me time to blur you clear enough So I won't ever leave And you can tear at the consciousness As nothing unravels more and more And it's yours as we wait by the floor Skip along, already late Humming like

So slide to the bottom of the dark and lie still Where you can write what you want and sleep now Until you learn to let go of elusive things Held together by glue and string But now your house has burned to the ground And your blaze was not found The

You live up where the air is light You wouldn't know but I might It's not your fault, it was night And you can't speka for your sight But if you second guess your way to the ground Can you help me find my way around? If the long way to go is all that

You know that I want to wonder About the stars that you collect and store You know that I would if you just asked me The same as I did before And as the image makes out It's nothing to me But if you've got time For spinning around, you may as well be

To the beast of falling rain Playing on the roof again Ideas float through, it's just a game Over being slow and down We could cruise around the town Smile, it's raining here right now And anyway what good is hanging to your hems? And anyway is yours

We almost knew each other once, it was a shame You moved a million miles away And floating inbetween the lines there is a game That neither one of us could play But in an evening, hovering around a sound The time was never there and you were never fo

It's everything I miss when you're not here That makes you float away the more that I stay And I'll beg you in ink, so much that I'm afraid Your singing follows me around So I'll send you words and look for tiny little sounds That could send away the

"The time has come," the walrus said, "To talk of other things Like how to find the super glue to patch those broken wings And whether anything can last until the fat girl sings And whether anything can last" I heard him speak and I pr