Wish
Produced By John Congleton
An inch ahead of the event horizon
Your pupils pinpoints and mine gigantic
I watch the wind in distant trees
(Can we shut the lights, please)
The possibilities in standard tuning
Hands have X's, I'm visibly trashed
Streetlights flicker on as we pass them
You light a salem you stole from your aunt
And you're just so handsome
I have to laugh when
You say the same blood runs through us
Me, though, I maintain that I'm different
Years passed and I wish I could show you
And I wish that I told you
Eleven months and not one word from you
But then, out of the Long Dark Blue
Like a busted dealer
Like a son or daughter
You hit the showers
And I feel so old when
You say the same blood runs through us
Me, though, I maintain that I'm different
Years pass and I wish I could show you
And I wish that I told you
You say "gravitational waves move through me"
You sound sedated
I ask you what happened
Years passed and I wish I could show you
Wish I could hold you