_don't bother trying to explain, angel

i dont know what to think anymore.
because your face means so many things now.
the intricate details and freckles
spell words long enough to strangle me
from head to toe and back again.
and when you smile, the lines form
large enough to contain the massive lies
embedded in every sentence you say.
but sometimes i still find myself.
in amongst the fauna of the memories
that we used to share, but now their gone.
noises fill the air so furiously.
like poison gas come to choke me.
the screech of tires and screams of ghosts
chase me down dark alleys,
only lit by the street lamps whos glass,
half broken, chipped and dangerous.
and the end is what you see in movies.
blocked off; also known as dead end.
but thats okay cause we all have to die some day.
and the ground melts and burns.
and it crumbles like paper on fire.
as whats beneath me crumbles into ash.
here we go baby, we gonna go now.
we're going somewhere new.
where are we going?
w'ere going to someplace nice.
where there are sand castles and fairies.
and butterflies and cookie jars.
and sunsets and drive in movies.
and banana splits and lolipops.
and bubble baths and laughter.
and sunday morning cartoons.
and we're falling through darkness.
but im holding on to you tight
because your like my oxygen supply
if i was to get caught up in space,
drifting through nothingness forever.
i thought of doing a couple of flips
like a mid air acrobat you see at the circus.
at least they have safety nets.
and we land with ligghtness like feathers
we land in a place alien to us.
the colour is red like molten,
and it stretches as far as a desert would.
and in the middle of the scene is a small hut.
so we make haste towards it because its cold.
and at the entrance stands a large man.
with a bit of stuble and a cigarette.
i thought to myself, hes so huge.
he probably cant run that fast.
so we dash through his legs, red and white stripes.
and push past the doors into the next room.
where neon lights flash and people shout.
where loud music booms and dancing ensues.
where lava lamps litter the edges.
and the crowd is electric and hyper.
so we push into the crowd holding onto each other.
maybe if we reach the vip section we'll get some help.
by then we're into the middle of it all.
and young men and women swirl around,
like the flush of a toilet, swoosh.
and red lights turn and turn and turn.
and turn us into maniacs so mad.
and we dance and dance like little children,
who've just learned the good news
that they can go out and play in the garden.
and each step we take is coinciding
with the tempo the music is creating.
but the tempo decreases slowly, slowly.
and it turns into a slow song, slowly.
and we dance to the beat, in each others arms.
oh i hold you so tight, because i need you.
im so alone in this alien place without you.
cause maybe your what i need right now.
something to make we feel not so alone.
right now your face means so many things.
the intricate details and freckles
spell words long enough to embrace me
from head to toe and back again.
and when you smile, the lines form
large enough to contain the massive love
embedded in every sentence i say.
but sometimes i still find myself
with the need to get out.
i've got to get out on my own.
i've got to get out on my own..
i've got to get out on my own...