One Phone Call4:38 PMOne Phone Call by LostInTheLights
the time the music fell
what only time could tell
hearing raindrops in your voice
scrapbooks torched by anothers choice
lockers and photographs flow
see the laughter you'll never know
painting teacups ment to crush
the ice age of pains rush
tiny stitches only now are seen
only unraveling brings notices gleam
floating in brevity
all the world is quiet just for me
cold bricks on my back
forward? anything but that
The Breaks In Eternitysheets calling with numbing lightsThe Breaks In Eternity by LostInTheLights
pupils dilated by the slick concrete
DancefloorA record is playing but no one can findDancefloor by LostInTheLights
The source of the music, the source of time
So were helpless to listen to song after song
Not knowing the words, not knowing how long
I want to rewind to when the air was your staff
Listen on repeat to the sound of your laugh
Id fast forward to sunsets and warm summer nights
Id skip over the songs that I didnt like
But instead were dancing to beats unknown
Trying to dance in the shoes that weve grown
And all we can do is smile and choose
The people we dance with and the steps that we use
Now I offer my hand to the opening notes
I dont see anyone else in the swirl of long skirts and coats
So lets dance like no ones watching no matter what the song
Because for the dance floor of life theres no one Id rather bring along
What is Love? What is love?What is Love? by emeraldsun
A sight across the room...
Or a friendship long in length...
A throb of the pulse...
WaitingWaitingWaiting by emeraldsun
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
The crowds are restless
Full of mothers and daughters,
father and sons all are anxious
Stirring like water rippling in the wind.
They are waiting, waiting, waiting.
A cell phone rings the sound
Echoes through the suddenly still air
All are silent until
The announcement comes;
They are coming!
And so we are waiting, waiting, waiting.
A cheer arises
But motorcycles drown out the sound.
All hearts beat as one
A giant drum sounding out a steady pace
Children shout and flags wave
The crowd is a sea of red, white, and blue
Surging towards the procession.
We are waiting, waiting, waiting still.
The black bus,
Which was once like a huge monster,
Swallowing up loved ones,
Is now like a shining beacon.
Of hope, of things to come.
It is waiting, waiting, waiting.
The doors open.
The drumming hearts are beating
Faster and faster harder and harder.
They are searching for a familiar,
Suntanned, camouflaged face.
We are waiting, waiting, waiting no more.