zenn bites...

heart

time can take its toll on the best of us
look at you you're growing old so young
traffic lights blink at you in the evening
tilt your head and turn it to the sun
sometimes the tv is like a lover
singing softly as you fall asleep
you wake up in the morning and it's still there
adding up the things you'll never be

i think i saw your airplane in the sky tonight
through my window, lying on the kitchen floor