my eyes would beat yours in a race

i can not stare you in the eyes, my eyes will slowly wander away
your eyes are beautiful, but they will not stray
my eyes would rather be climbing towards the sky, awaiting blindness
if only you would let your eyes digress
we would be in the safe

please don't be so firm, you make me uneasy and weak
my mind races to find the right words and stutter when i speak
i am so used to floating off alone, not having any plans
but you have pulled me ashore and i am awaiting what's in your head
your eyes are as pure as your heart and clean as your hands
and they do what i can never do, they constantly look ahead

i wish you could look up towards the sun so i can look down
close your eyes so i can slowly take a look around
maybe then i can grow the courage to stare you straight in the eyes
before my eyes reach their destination at the angel in disguise

violet

reach into this old and nasty basket
pick out what delights your hands the most
come into the chapel and pick out a casket
may it delight your inner ghost

you cautiously pick out a crumpled twenty
it will get you through for the day
cigarettes are many and liquor is plenty
may your lonesome soul decay

your hair is getting a tad bit too long
stains on your hand will no longer wash away
sit back and wonder when it all went wrong
the usual thoughts of disarray

the leaves turn red and they are falling
the time slips away and it is coming
for the final time, leave your belongings behind
break from the world that has you confined
get acquainted with your inner ghost

red

the setting sun shoots its rays straight into my eyes
my eyes shut and all i see is the color red
red just like the vast sky, and the baby behind me cries
his mother quickly gives him his bottle and the baby bobs his head

the ride is smooth and the time to destination slowly gets smaller
next to me is a silent man reading his newspaper and sipping coffee
i try to make conversation but he is as silent as a tree
i'm talking to myself and my voice just slurs

i can not sit still, my seat is extremely uncomfortable
shifting positions every five minutes and clenching my fists
i have come to realize that my somewhat disturbed mind is far from stable
so i start to think of you waiting for me like i always do
because the terrible feeling never persists

now the sun is down now and the moon is high, the man next to me is asleep
the baby is still, staring at the ceiling, and the mother sighs in relief
i can feel the train slowing down, finally at our final destination
and you were waiting at the gate, my final alleviation