Creekstar's Car - The Space Between

Flower crown in your hair
The thorns clipped away
It rests right there
The golden hue
Brightening your eyes
Your ocean blue
And so I sit, awaiting you
Without a plan in mind
Nothing to do, still I wait
For your patient smile
To light my day

The evening sky and I sit down
To talk, and she tells me stories how
Her favorite son has run away
Fallen down, fallen from grace
The sky's daughter, the moon
Has played me for a fool
Bright on certain nights but
Others dark and jaded, too
And I run, I run into

Crown of thorns in my hair
As I approach Babylon
I stop and stare
It rests right there
This wicked hue colors me a renegade
Helpless too
So you sit, awaiting me to
Turn myself into
What may never be
So still I sit, awaiting you
As neither of us moves, the space between
Should remain
Should remain the same
But it grows larger every day

The evening sky and I sit down
To talk, and she tells me stories how
Her favorite son has run away
Fallen down, fallen from grace
The sky's daughter, the moon
Has played me for a fool
Bright on certain nights but
Others dark and jaded, too
And I run, I run into

Written by:
Matias Ilic

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