No More Promises

Touching ground,
looking out of the window to the sky,
all the chemtrails disappear like the frown
from the eyebrows of a child left behind.

Misty rain wets the plane,
turns the day into a silent fllm.
There’s no reason to be still
and long for you again.

No more promises to break, babe.
No more space to turn and walk away from you.
And if ever I decide to dream again,
let me dream of someone that I knew.

If we must
turn this memory into dust
and try again to learn to look and feel
like we’re real,

if we try to remain
in the daylight,
our reward will be our shame,
there’ll be no more broken dreams,
no more echoes, no more pain

no more promises to break,
no more space to turn and walk away from you.
And if ever I decide to dream again
let me dream of someone that I knew.

Touching ground,
looking out of the window to the sky,
all the chemtrails disappear like the frown
from the eyebrows of a child left behind