Spinning wheels hitting spider heart fury
the distance is feeling alive, red light abandoned
game over, stumble starstruck
there on cold December beach
looking through us when we touch
when she reaches
when he gives up
when they give it all
when only the blotted bleeding nightmare black clouds remain
static heaven satellite so far away now
lip syncing machine shouting
becoming statuesque
the model
these drowning demons floating in heavy hearts
and if she sleeps he falls away
and if she dreams, he'll help her
and if she shouts he won't hear her
still she'll love him all the same....
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