Her Luggage Is Love
When I met you the rain was stuck in gold.
Behind the moon where trains go all one way.
Waiting for the mirror of love to fold.
The stars above that cry in disarray.
Into the sky I'll wait around for you.
Park of dreams in a haze of gasoline.
My brain is soup and it feels somewhat true.
Avon's hand in a lake I've never seen.
I can't help but wonder the art of time.
Like the paper bird that has gone insane.
And the way that he's made to count his rhyme.
I'm stuck with you and it feels all too plain.
Her luggage is love and the sky off blue.
It will take my death for her love undo.
When I met you the rain was stuck in gold.
Behind the moon where trains go all one way.
Waiting for the mirror of love to fold.
The stars above that cry in disarray.
Into the sky I'll wait around for you.
Park of dreams in a haze of gasoline.
My brain is soup and it feels somewhat true.
Avon's hand in a lake I've never seen.
I can't help but wonder the art of time.
Like the paper bird that has gone insane.
And the way that he's made to count his rhyme.
I'm stuck with you and it feels all too plain.
Her luggage is love and the sky off blue.
It will take my death for her love undo.