THISISJOHN

Oh these songs
the hymns of reveries
bring me the stars,
but not in this city
and in polluted skies

What would you trade me for?
the pretense of greatness
woven in my arms?
my quick smile is
the umbilical cord of our love

And your curved landscape
tells me to let go

But parting this way
its always a risk
a chance to lose your treasure
you wrote it all down
on tear-dried cheeks
this is how you keep me

(you do all the right things)