Interiors

Shape - Glasser I live on my beach. water surrounding me. And it's got too deep; I let it get too deep. My home has no shape; nothing to sustain me, but it keep me safe from imagined pain. In the dim light of the truth all you can do is bow. The wall

I burn up in empty rooms and stare down hallways And the light still finds the peels in the painting Everyday We've been spending too long inside And we'll change our minds to new ways of thinking Everyday Should've maybe tried sooner. I look at your

Distant lands and tones of peace Austere sight of beauty Idyll of another lifetime Where are we? Centuries spread their genius on papers Colors speak for the beautiful Inside myself Build our home and our own prison Distant lands and tones of peace A

Keam Theme - Glasser Remember when we went through That dream when I came to you And we held each other on a trash pile And we thought it odd But we knew it was ours How long before I know you? How long before I know you? That dream was an open mouth