carousel tingles learn how to scramble
and not lose their grasp on the down slide,
when the earth begins to tremble
or thoughts change when distance remembers,
we'll hang around the hour hand
and pull back the time if we're able
it's all about redemption ...
looking underneath or inside, we get lost
I like it here where the music is soft and everything is quiet
we'll whisper and swoon like we used to
back when the heat was scorching
desire raced inside every sound,
feel this again, let me ...
(11.28.07. ajs)
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