Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Ship In A Bottle

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open 
and fixes all of life's mistakes 
I wanna be the house that you were raised in 
the only place that you feel safe 
I wanna be your shower in the morning
that wakes you up and makes you clean 
I know I'm just the weather against your window 
as you sleep through a winter's dream 
Something's churning the earth
Something's stirring the sky.
Every color at once in a column of light.
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide 
The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye.
Don't adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle 
If we knew how it worked we would have to grow old.
Something's eating at you, 
wakes you up in the night 
If you're digging the past 
who knows what you'll find 
Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide 
and you're holding your breath 
for the rest of your life 
Don't you love what is intangible 
I have built this ship in a wine bottle 
but if you knew who I was 
you would never grow old

Conor and I are obviously the same person and he just writes my feelings and sings them because I can't. Well sometimes.

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