Let It Go

The silver-tongued swift
with eyes full of grey
swims in lousy poetry.

The pigeon-winged people
standing on the steeple
are waiting for their holiday.

The Granite Messiah
speaks words full of fire
and I can't seem to let it go.

The words are full of wonder
and the eyes are full of woe
and I can't seem to let it go.

Speak to me in the summer winds
tell me your magenta lies.
I will never be able to stand again
and you'll never have to sympathize.

Tongue's full of color
and the book's thrown asunder
I'm afraid of what was left behind.

It's the way the world dies
when I'm lost inside your eyes
it doesn't make much sense anymore.

I thought I'd left behind
the way my world unwinds
when a touch haunts my limbs.

But they days have grown faint
and my heart has grown fainter
and I can't seem to let it go.

No, I can't seem to let it go.

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[bridgesmatt]

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