Open

I am
Down the road and up the hill
I wait for you still
Wires 'round my fingers

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Suspended and open
Open
Open

I am
Through the woods and past the trains
I wait here in vain
Scrubbing out the stains again

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Haphazardly open
Open
Open

In a night the snow starts falling
And everybody stares
Through the windows at the streetlights
Too beautiful to see
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I am
In a room I've built myself
Four straight walls
One floor
One ceiling
And day after day I wake up feeling
Day after day I wake up feeling
Feeling

Potentially lovely
Perpetually human
Suspended and open

Open
Open
Open

Open up
Your eyes
And then
Ah