The Wanderer
Kid A
"In the Arms of Maybe"
the world gets smaller
and the sunlight falters
the moon is a giant spider,
lovers stuck in the web
stick to the sky
till daylight devours the night
stars spin and sink
the world seems smaller still...
until the wax burns up
and the distant light is a tunnel
creep thru the desert sky
as the wind breaks her heart
with empty drops of stardust
shattered against your finite eyes
--
I like to write poetry, when my thoughts are too expensive, to ever want to keep
the world gets smaller
and the sunlight falters
the moon is a giant spider,
lovers stuck in the web
stick to the sky
till daylight devours the night
stars spin and sink
the world seems smaller still...
until the wax burns up
and the distant light is a tunnel
creep thru the desert sky
as the wind breaks her heart
with empty drops of stardust
shattered against your finite eyes
--
I like to write poetry, when my thoughts are too expensive, to ever want to keep