'If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
And drink a toast to never.'
-The Velvet Underground
It comes with the house wine, and it goes down well with the steak.
It spills over, onto the street.
And its in the night air now.
Its sending you shivers, but the evening's holding on.
Eyes light up, half smiles are a French consistency.
It doesn't stick, it empties out. It empties in.
Its a different blue, time to be gone.
'There's nothing as cold, baby, as a spark that won't be flame.'
'Tell me,
Did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And heaven is overrated?'
-The Train
Turn everything away in a coffee swirl.
The stars tonight are a million years old, and another million of years away.
Too late, they're getting away.
You, me and everybody else.
The world's elastic; too small for patience, too big for love.
And its back and forth, and back and forth trying to bridge the gap.
Some people choose, one end of the world over the other.
The others, they shuttle like stars.
Always leaving impressions behind, not knowing that space will stretch itself out, and there's only really a half way back.
Space over time, one without the other.
One without the other.
'We shroud our lives in mysteries,
In shooting stars and storming seas,
If we have any sense.'
-I am Kloot
Skipping stones tonight, we are.
The sounds of water can give silence a queasy turn.
Takes a while for the water to ease out.
Should know better than to fish at night.
Can't even see where the line hits the water, until there comes a massive tug.
Been there so many times on some many assorted nights, but there's still that surprise.
Don't mind it, makes one remember. Feel a little more alive.
Time to wind back the line, and a feeling creeps in,
What if its a Maud Gonne tonight?
The night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
And drink a toast to never.'
-The Velvet Underground
It comes with the house wine, and it goes down well with the steak.
It spills over, onto the street.
And its in the night air now.
Its sending you shivers, but the evening's holding on.
Eyes light up, half smiles are a French consistency.
It doesn't stick, it empties out. It empties in.
Its a different blue, time to be gone.
'There's nothing as cold, baby, as a spark that won't be flame.'
'Tell me,Did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And heaven is overrated?'
-The Train
Turn everything away in a coffee swirl.
The stars tonight are a million years old, and another million of years away.
Too late, they're getting away.
You, me and everybody else.
The world's elastic; too small for patience, too big for love.
And its back and forth, and back and forth trying to bridge the gap.
Some people choose, one end of the world over the other.
The others, they shuttle like stars.
Always leaving impressions behind, not knowing that space will stretch itself out, and there's only really a half way back.
Space over time, one without the other.
One without the other.
'We shroud our lives in mysteries,
In shooting stars and storming seas,
If we have any sense.'
-I am Kloot
Skipping stones tonight, we are.
The sounds of water can give silence a queasy turn.
Takes a while for the water to ease out.
Should know better than to fish at night.
Can't even see where the line hits the water, until there comes a massive tug.
Been there so many times on some many assorted nights, but there's still that surprise.
Don't mind it, makes one remember. Feel a little more alive.
Time to wind back the line, and a feeling creeps in,
What if its a Maud Gonne tonight?
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