starsailor you

when i watch you move, i get d.u.i's for starsailing and i know i have a tendency to pillage the grand waterfalls of the way you think and lay in them drunk remembering the way i want your fingers running through my hair. your the blue earth candid camera light is barely shining world that all the saints trade their god for.

and now my head's on a soft pillow you're a thousand footsteps away, a hundred thousand, who gives a fuck who couldn't drop the floor from under me when i'm with you. i wouldn't. i woulnd't stop smiling, let me fall, once soon, into your arms.

2003-06-26 | 11:29 a.m.
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