Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Standing on the shore,
waiting for the ship in call.
There's something in the way i move,
that keeps them on their own


A star explodes a storm,
a billion seasons born.
A shock to the waves i know,
breaking far from shore.


Don't want to talk,
all i hear is noise.
Don't want to talk.


Empire of the Sun.

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