Foothills Of My Mind
Fear,
is there any other way
to give yourself away?
my beaches have been stripped
for your apocalyptic blitz.
Why are you flying out of range?
I’m in the foothills of my mind,
setting fires and shooting flares,
lost looking for your aircraft.
All those wasted afternoons
since you occupied my room,
I’m tired, I’m awake,
I don’t want to be a sovereign state.
Watching the last lights fade
the stars come into place.
everything’d be okay
if I could just take my place
in the milky way.
The scent of your sweat remains,
so do my bloodstains.
can love still make you cry
or are you more war torn than I am?
Why are you flying out of range?
I’m in the foothills of my mind,
setting fires and shooting flares,
lost looking for your aircraft.
Watching the last lights fade
the stars come into place.
everything’d be okay
if I could just take my place
in the milky way.