Birthplace - 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