Birthplace

Birthplace (出生地) - Flock Of Dimes

And I only have this one body

But I write

And I call when I can

And in the dust of the infinite lobby

I think of you

My friends

And my love is not an object

That rusts with lack of use

Suited perfectly for it's purpose

As the day I gave it to you

It is a fresh page

It is a sharp knife

It is a cold call

It is an alibi

You are a universe of faces

But sometimes I go it alone

Fill my arms with what I can carry

And my body is my home

And if I lock on to a strange face

I see an ancient sun

I see my birthplace

And forgive me for my silence

I forget the follow through

And any lie I ever told you

Was to seek a better truth

You are a suitcase I never unpacked

I am a green shirt

That never left your back

We live in black and white

On a telephone pole

I can read the letters eyes closed