Whispers in May

Faces are framed Paces are made Benches no windows my mind opens when doors close Ripping down kings Sweeping up guitar strings Stomach avocado Velvet a new tomorrow Are kiss is blocked by a mask A guitar trapped in your grasp Maybe that look was your last Made of all we know Emotion going through a stroke A fire with no need to stoke Abstraction is just a joke Made of all we know Perfect Coat hangers are tired Close pins snapping through wires No time left to say A stowaway is on display Never could run away As long I don’t join the cabernet Deaths run on sentence Is keeping in attendance Are kiss is blocked by a mask A guitar trapped in your grasp Maybe that look was your last Made of orange, yellow Emotion going through a stroke A fire with no need to stoke there no need Abstraction is just a joke Made of orange, yellow Whisper in may On bones we lay Our den of thieves No destiny Our distant dreams Wants me to bleed Please history Let me repeat myself Let me repeat myself let me just beat myself Let me repeat myself Ok maybe we got off to a bad foot