One of my favorites!

High rise, veins of the avenue. Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue. Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you. Street lights glisten on the boulevard and cold nights make staying alert so hard. For heaven’s sake, keep me awake so I won’t be caught off guard. Clearly I am a passerby but I’ll find a place to stay. Dear pacific day, won’t you take me away?

Small town hearts of the New Year brought down by gravity, crystal clear city fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier. Make haste, I feel your heartbeat with new taste for speed, out on the street. Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet. The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow. The feeling of letting go, I guess we’ll never know.

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains and I’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins cause your heart has a lack of color and we should’ve known. That we’d grow up sooner or later cause we wasted all our free time alone.

Your nerves gather with the altitude. Exhale the stress so you don’t come unglued. Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood. Wide eyed, panic on the getaway. The high tide could take me so far away. VCR’s and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day. A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age cause somewhere along the line all the decades align. We were the crashing whitecaps on the ocean and what lovely seaside holiday.A palm tree in Christmas lights. My emotion struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone as we spent the day alone.