Emma Discovery

Sound. Mixed with discovery, we found our ancient landmark to call home. For this cold war my voice gets dry-place problems on a shelf to sit and die. Sent off my letter, a stapled picture, and one short prayer. And if I said that I’ve never cause and argument, only a commotion, one million emotion-would you still be here? Sat on your roof, young in eighty-two, how you remember is how it remains. Turn down the light so that I can die, we’ll always remember how we remained. And how can I possibly describe the was we looked back then? Because falling in love, whether or not it lasts, there’s truth in that. Under the water things are much calmer. Under the water there’s streets and there’s towers.