Strange Things

Strange things

happening here

Right outside my door

shots ring out in the valley

Where has my youth gone?

II

There in the road

You see the dreams we had as children

There’s a boy over there

With gravel in his hair

Ghosts in his eyes

And the winter

Comes in

From the gap in the window

And the river slowly fills

The bucket under the sink

III

She says she doesn’t dream

But she’s been whispering in her sleep and we both know we’ve changed

IV

We can’t go back but oh, it won’t let go

Even after you grow old

Or did they forget to tell you?

V

and there’s a girl over there

She’s a silk question mark

She doesn’t double speak

But every beautiful thing comes from some kind of pain

And it’s a long hard fall

But walk with her a while

In her garden

She will carry you

And it’s the world in her eyes

It’s the electricity in her lips

She’s dark energy

She’s the space between the chords of the blues

Shes my rescue

She’s my rescue

Strange things happening here

She’s standing at my door

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