Sunday Matinee(Reel to Reel)
by The Sleeping· from Believe What We Tell You
Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavement screens, ground with siren eyes. sounding through blinding sight. piecing of pieces fit. shifting the overwhelming. Fault lines now open.
now i cant forget (buried in pain and throught, just becuase i wasnt there.)
slide show incarcerated with grief and i know times have changed in our eyes. thats for sure, so i quit. this is bad news for another album going nowhere, going nowhere.
now, without you, i cant.
eyes, slides are spinning. toss, the ground is gone, dizzy and overthrown. slide my feelings, my eyes away.