it is about the things I cannot give you
it is abut two hearts the night was too small to hold
and the day too long to keep

it is about holding on and spending the night
her quiet whispers of breath steady against my neck
it is about love and running away
memorable lips and flawless skin
it is about tears and loneliness
and the train ride home again

it is the solace of sunset
and the terrible pain of his poetry
rough voices and tender dreams

it is about the end of the road
and the end of the song
and maybe just one more day to go

AcB 04.09.01