down my face and out the window (07-20-09)

the deep falling of the sun
Its rays are slipping into my skin
the measure of life, so it seems
the woman with sweet lips only lives in my dreams
before I fade away will you look me in the eyes
I stand for memories that aren't meant for me
the least of my love is not enough for me to keep moving along
always swimming towards the tears of another not meant for me
I miss the days of my childhood games and wonders
These mortal days like blind spots sent from the sun
Are like little white lies parents tell their kids
just before dinner arrives on the kitchen table
Much like little mittens meant to keep a child's hands warm
In the softest of winter snow
Their is no blame for the way my feelings fade away
Much like black and white photos taken long before I was born
Like bad news a nurse wont give a loving family of four
Sometimes its just not meant to be
 

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