The Boy Behind The Glasses

Amber – Saturday 19th October 1996

colouring my memories
in the things i have done
you shine so brightly
i do not take this thing lightly

i have got it together
then lost it for a while
in the place where they like my smile

i take a breath, behind the fence
the one which divides us now
it is nice just to talk
but i would rather have the touch

i do it to improve myself
i do it for money and no one else
i crash in the nights
and wake before the lights are bright

who are we going to be
the future generation
the faraway sea

i just accept what is
whilst i cry and take a while to smile
no expectations, no hurt
this time that did not work

it is as real as you like
this is what came
this is what takes the blame

I Don’t Know Where It Comes From Exactly… I don’t really remember starting to write, I sort of do but

and i remember,
how fresh and new it felt
basking in its freshly lit heat
as my old life began to melt

some people
played hide and seek in their marriage
some got lucky
when they were young

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