Sunday, September 26, 2010

Nostalgia at Night

Could I write that song, it would be easier. It would come easy.
Could we be underneath. It is silver, the way silver simplifies.
And then it comes back and repetition befriends unfriendly.
And then it goes.
So don't let it go, don't let it. Stay here even if it doesn't make sense. Stay here and write songs that don't make sense and then make it stay.
Could we write that song, it would come ready. We would be ready.
Could I be beneath. Hold it up, hold love up, the way love simplifies.
Somewhere new, then. Somewhere new and that's that. Remember, that's all. And somewhere old comes back.
Remember somewhere old. Remember that song I didn't write, but wished I could.
Remember wishing.