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