Lirama

The wires dream about swallows in the spring
I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things
Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep
At least I woke up smiling, so glad I had a dream

She is waving out of the window
Her smile is red as a wound
And my quiet heart goes to pieces
It's been a lonely year in this room

And I will not ignore you like before
My january promises are more
Than words softly spoken

I'm filming now
Obsessed with how I look
And everything I told you
Was stolen from a book
I read something about kisses in a sience magazine
Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scenes

She is waving out of the window
Her smile is red as a wound
And my quiet heart goes to pieces
It's been a lonely year in this room

And I will not ignore you like before
My january promises are more
Than words softly spoken