turn down the headlights and look my way.
we´ll tell our parents the best of things no matter how awful they seem.
the sickness of a family.
trace your eyes, wake and retrieve,
the morning sun can look so mean - the color.
kiss your head don´t say a thing
we´ll live forever in books darling.

it´s the secrets beneath the leaves i keep with me. i´m falling up and down.
and i´ll never write the letter, i wish you could read the words perfectly. (twice)