Rails in Vain
Boxes to move
Out of here, out of sight
They will serve as the clues
on which we can confide
Years I subtract to understand
how we collapsed
allegiances divided
languages to hide
from Paris into Amsterdam
Painted birds
Your memories stored
or washed against the open shore
Checking out the open door
Checking out the open door
Swaying in two
passengers drift away
dreaming to lose
the perfect tense of today
Here is the way I understand
to tell where we are
these colors do collide
and names to fade behind
from Paris into Amsterdam
Painted birds
Your memories stored
or washed against the open shore
Checking out the open door
Checking out the open door
Cables divide
the empty skies from the street
Lanterns to light
crystal lips underneath.
Now that I found your shaky hands
will they respond to
messages implied
or promises denied
from Paris to New Amsterdam?
Painted birds
Your memories stored
or washed against the open shore
Checking out the open door
Checking out the open door