Fugitive words
In my books there are gardens of heartbreak and loss
Where I walk under bridges covered in moss
I would read them to you but I can't find the words
To explain what they mean, the books in my world
In my streets you will find no footprints or signs
You can wander for miles, not a soul in sight
I would show you the way but I can't find the words
To explain where they lead, the streets in my world
Out of my reach, like scared little birds
Flying away from my strange little world
Got to let them escape, got to leave them unheard
My beautiful fugitive words
In my dreams I'm adrift on a slow, slow tide
I'm alone with the wind and the silence of time
I would tell you the truth but I can't find the words
To explain why I feel so alone in my world
Out of my reach, like scared little birds
Flying away from my strange little world
Got to let them escape, got to leave them unheard
My beautiful fugitive words