and you never know:

weaving thru traffic in a day where the clocks unwind slowly, surely, calmly.
a sure sign of discipline, a way to make it better and a fair field for our futures.
come over here, its quiet and comfortable--set down your lock and key, match, and rings.
the further you move away the more unpredictable the more definitive the more horror.
i'll sleep away. i'll carry a gun. i'll never know. i'll feel my way. i'll hold the dice.
i'll catch a cold. i'll black and white. i'll never know. i'll smell in vain. i'll take whats mine.
i'll erase the marks. i'll stow my shine. i'll never know. i'll lose my tongue. i'll adapt to change.
i'll learn it right. i'll talk less too. i'll never know. i'll ride in the car. i'll sleep away. next to change.
weaving thru traffic in a night where the clocks unwind slowly, swiftly, calmly.
a wavering image of divine, evenings of strings and remembrance of past.
come over here, i made the bed, its quiet and comfortable.
the closer you move to me the more i want to make you melt.