Overflows

Everything the dead don't know Piles up like magazines and overflows And everything that you won't see Just swirls around Comes down and buries me Do you like this place? Do you like this sound? Do you like this taste? Oh yeah, you're not around But you are still the window we are Looking out A prism and a lens and a flood and a drought Standing on the corner in the falling snow Posing for a picture in a smile that says Let's go Don't let go Let go Standing on the corner in the falling snow Arms around each other and a look that says Let's go Don't let go Let go Let's go Don't let go Let go