Excuses Not to Speak
Feels like I’m the static in the air,
like I’m everywhere, but hanging there.
I keep the song from coming strong.
I know the words, but words come wrong.
Let no one hear nothing.
Let there be static everywhere
Let no one hear nothing
Let static stick sharp songs in the air
I’ll get away, without saying it.
This game, we can quit playing it,
as soon as the words are done.
Or even if they never come.
I fell asleep with my eyes against the sun
and then I waited for the dreams to come
I guess I hoped for strong words said
in my eyes, in the light, behind my head
I’m sure I’ve never seen this shore
these seas, these galaxies, before.
and paroxysms of sound, and shape, of light
in the dreams, that came to me, in that twilight.
Feels like I’m standing on a tilted slide
and all of this life will get wiped aside
by forces of natural gravity
when all you do is stand beside me
and everything will be jilted free
and soon I’ll slide away from here
but why no motion? why this fear?