Transatlantic Mileage

I rode this road in silence. 

Picture perfect quiet violence.

A note hangs discreetly. 

Forever it is chasing me.

I thought for times about you. 

Regurgitate the thoughts through. 

I'm speaking slowly, laughter. 

Of a happy ever after. 

I'm broke down on the street. 

Waiting for an angel to lift me. 

She'd bring me back to where you are.

It wouldn't seem quite as far. 

I dropped beneath my eyelids. 

Transatlantic mileage, live for this. 

A simple word above you.

Forever dropping the shoe.

I'd look to clouds for answers. 

Sip poison to fight the cancers. 

I'm breathing quickly, help her.

We're simply seeking shelter.

I'm broke down on the street. 

Waiting for an angel to lift me. 

She'd bring me back to where you are.

It wouldn't seem quite as far. 

A man is not an island. 

Haunted visions find him.

Sentences string up delicate.

The meaning fits in your wrists. 

We'd climb the mountains over. 

The growing cold around our shoulders.

I'm wasting on the pavement. 

Some would call this payment.