My Condolences (Waiting for a Lightbulb to Burn Out)

Haze all blue and blank it's
You I think we met somewhere
Minnesota? No, more likely a dream
I had where you were perfect

Reaching our hands almost touched
Not meant to touch I meant to tell you
This is a revolving sphere; I want my
Gravity near yours (conversation and such)

Not reaching anywhere you would like
To touch and I think about that I think
About touch I think about you and me and
Flesh and touch our eyes our eyes it's
All haze all blue a blue dream



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Writer(s): S.m. Browning
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