Testo Brickwall Views

don't break too many hearts

don't take too many arrows in the chest

cry comfortably

let us all know what you're thinking
is there a gesture i could use

to clearly express

i'm at an utter loss for words

is there a part of you that's torn

that's larger than life

that'll hold on for one more night

i've got a speech to make

followed by a big parade


northside, closed eyes

all charades go on forever

hands tied with fools pride

in a slowly fleeing summer



just throw your hands up at the sky

no use trying to explain this

the clouds are mirrors, i'm disguised

i'm not all that entertaining

the city looks the same

until you notice smaller changes

it still knows us all by name

it holds us close to its heart

all my hopes are unaligned

this diagnosis is self-designed



northside, dead eyes

all charades go on forever.

hands tied with past lives

in a slowly fleeing summer.



empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to

brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons

the days are flooding into months

the nights are staring into centuries

i've got some older pictures

of people i see once every couple years

intrigued or unamazed

you were so much different back in those days

and now this smile has a bitter curve

now these eyes are unenchanted

and all we see

is a faded image of what we used to be.

how can we relate

when we don't know

a thing about each other anymore

when we don't know

each other anymore



is there a gesture i could use

to clearly express

i'm at an utter loss for words