Sunset Rubdown – Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings
from Shut I Am Dreaming (May 2, 2006) /indysoulrock/
You’re on a distant shore
I stamp my feet down down
Do you hear knuckles on your door?
Do you understand what I’m pining for?
I’m afraid of the water
I’m afraid of the sky
I’m tired of waiting
But Oceans never listen to us anyway
And if I fall into the drink
I’ll say your name before I sink
In dim light covered with shadow he steps forward. His mouth is tingling, his tongue won’t sit still. His chest is light. He is unsure. Everyone is always unsure, he hopes. There is a racket inside his thoughts: heavy thuds and thrums and lightly feathered wisps of chime. He winces, falters. Eventually the wheel will stop grinding. It just takes that one right moment. He hopes.
He is aware of his body again. He stands. He takes another step toward the table. He reaches out his hand. His fingers spread apart slightly.
There.
The loudest silence. The brightest fireball night.