Can't you see the kid is not breathing?
He could be alive you know?
His heart could be matchless.
We need every man and sandbag
To save just one exhausted fire.

I want to meet you at the park
Will you sneak out?
Bring the flask..
and promise not to freak out,
but we are exploring in the dark

I dont know what we will see,
but lets take a chance

The arrival of my last chance is hopeless,
But still, I preserve my heart in an airport,
Waiting in arrivals and departures.
Happiness is something only to be remembered.

He sang in the tunnel to Brooklyn
But it felt like an empty hallway
Their lips collided
Like the tangible benevolence from my day
On my finger tips
Inaudible mimes enjoyed their alone time