Fretless 1 (Demo)

Pastille flavors, little candy boxes Colors that you keep to press into the memory Press into your memory There are memories and then there are memory books Neither require another look You just know that it's there, filed away somewhere A photograph; better, a lock of hair Don't talk to me Don't talk to me about being alone There are pictures of clouds and then there are clouds An angel waits at the end of the landing Propeller check, save oxygen wings Hold me, darling, dear Here is something to believe in Here is something to call your own Picture photograph charm, love note stone Are you waiting? Are you waiting? Don't talk to me about being alone Don't talk to me about being alone Don't talk to me about being alone A shiver came quick Grabbed me up, noosed by the scruff of the neck And shook me down to my feet Through my shoes, through the floor Through the ground to core of the earth I muttered something, swallowed some air Science, miracles, monkeys, a prayer I’ll believe in anything when I’m there