mist on forest
dark spruce, bright maple
and the great lake rolling forever
To the narrow gray beach
I look west along the red road of the frail sun
to where it hovers between shelf of cloud
and spiky trees, receding shore
The world is full of seasons
of anguish, of laughter
and it comes to mind to write you this
Nothing is sure
nothing is pure
and no matter who we think we are
everyone gets his chance to be
nothing
Love's supposed to heal
But it breaks my heart
to feel the pain in your voice
but you know
it's all going somewhere
and I would crush my heart
and throw it in the street
if I could pay for your choice
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
We're the insect life of paradise
crawl across leaf or among
towering blades of grass
glimpse only sometimes the amazing
breadth of heaven
You're as loved as you were
before the strangeness swept through
our bodies, our houses, our streets
when we could speak without codes
and light swirled around like
wind-blown petals at our feet
I've been scraping little shavings
off my ration of light
and I've formed it into a ball
and each time I pack a bit more onto it
and I make a bowl of my hands and
I scoop it from its secret cache
under a loose board in the floor
and I blow across it and I send it to you
against those moments when the darkness
blows under your door
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Heavy northern autumn sky mist on forest dark spruce, bright maple and the great lake rolling forever To the narrow gray beach I look west along the red road of the frail sun to where it hovers between shelf of cloud and spiky trees, receding shore The world is full of seasons of anguish, of laughter and it comes to mind to write you this Nothing is sure nothing is pure and no matter who we think we are everyone gets his chance to be nothing Love's supposed to heal But it breaks my heart to feel the pain in your voice but you know it's all going somewhere and I would crush my heart and throw it in the street if I could pay for your choice Isn't that what friends are for? Isn't that what friends are for? We're the insect life of paradise crawl across leaf or among towering blades of grass glimpse only sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven You're as loved as you were before the strangeness swept through our bodies, our houses, our streets when we could speak without codes and light swirled around like wind-blown petals at our feet I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light and I've formed it into a ball and each time I pack a bit more onto it and I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache under a loose board in the floor and I blow across it and I send it to you against those moments when the darkness blows under your door Isn't that what friends are for? Isn't that what friends are for? Isn't that what friends are for? Explain Request ×
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