The Thief

A steady heart, beats an ancient tune On a planet with a moon Heart on heart Stack them two by two Under stars that twinkle through This city's skin is beige Industrial beige The thieves all paid their ways out of the poems and off the page And then some take the stage So if you need anything holler Just know I'm a patient too here You can tell By my wild wide eyes Who the f*ck has wide eyes But those of who stare at skies with our mouths open wide Staring at the sun A rolling winter day The seams of the sky opened blowing breeze across the bay And night swallowed the day And I could not steal the ceilings from your eyes And I could not steal the ceilings from your eyes And I could not steal the ceilings from your eyes But if I felt alive And I did not feel so gray Like southern electric skies where the busses all run late With filament and chalk and one hand to erase I'd borrow half her smile and trace it to my face And I could not steal the ceilings from your eyes But I feel you could lift them up sometime But I feel you could lift them up sometime But I feel you could lift them up sometime