China

21 05 2007

China

A piece of china for your shelf, girl
Every time its broken you glue it back together
Until it is only polymers and dust.

Stir up a quiet river, ripples to the girl
Take a hand and don’t give it back all your life
Palms sweaty and still calloused.

She’s some song for somebody else,
Stitches in a doll alone in Batelle,
The woods lead somehow to Rome,
Follow the frozen vines into the cold,
I could not find it,
Maybe she could hide it,
Whatever the case, girl,
I need to find you.

Let your feet sink into the sand, girl
Toss a few stones until the river throws some back
Was it love, the stones so smooth.

She’s some song for somebody else,
Playing the piano alone in Batelle,
The road might take me home,
Like the dreams I have when I’m out in the cold,
I could not find it
Maybe she couldn’t,
Whatever the stakes, girl,
I need to find you.

The stones so smooth,
As they skipped across you

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