travelling electric wire
steam rises up the morning air
and the sunrise radio fire
burns up in a glare
i’ve got your airplane scarf
all the whites,
all the jeans
and my small black pocket book
we’re following the sunset
his golden heels
but the road is as much
as he ever feels
i’ve got an urge that pours
into the wind, into the sand
into these concrete labyrinths
you cannot strike it from my eyes
i have always been
an omnivore
until the brownstone falls apart
i was fine for some time
with a bunch of strangers
there was no one to stop us or care
inspired by the books we read
the films we saw
the lies we heard
and we woke up homeless
in the clockwork of our fathers
now you look in me for answers
but they’re shy like a deer
hush now, it’ll go away
so brimful of fear
i’ve got an urge that pours
into the wind, the sand
these concrete labyrinths
don’t try to strike it from my eyes
i will always be
an omnivore
give me something more
til the brownstone falls apart
dreams are merciless rulers
they’ve got you coming from afar
til the brownstone and the brick
fall apart
