wondering about words that have never been written

at 2 in the morning.

we're searching through bloodless histories

at 2 in the morning

i'm keeping my safety blanket close at hand

at 2 in the morning

because we can't think about the daybreak

or your deep stake

or the grand fake

we're being distracted by the cool greys and blues that are painting up my night sky

aerosol brightened morningsong

and every day this light

makes my first sight myopic.

i can see anything despite the blurred edges

i'm folding up a paper airplane that will cut through this mess

without any vapor trail

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

midlight

night sight

all the way to your doorstep

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

and when i get there we're going to dance the night away

dance the night away

dance the night away

to the fingerpicked acoustic guitar that has always

and probably will always

provide a perfectly appropo soundtrack to my dream drenched mind

it'll be incredibly subtle

and it'll pick up at exactly the right moment

and we'll dance dance dance

dance so hard i'll lose any mediocrity

i'll sweat it out

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

and its warm outside for january

lights are flickering on in office buildings and morning is rearing its threatening head

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

i'll arrive before the world wakes up

good night

sleep tight

leave the extra key in the mailbox

and i'll come upstairs as quiet as i can

i'll arrive before the world wakes up.