curls

to see within is to feel without a light, who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?, to find a stone just to bounce across the pond, is the path it makes that's a clue to other songs, her hair curls in the damp of the night, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, her hair, it curls in the depth of the night, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, to live without is to live under a spell, who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?, to find a bone and float it down the stream, it's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens, her hair curls in the damp of the night, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, records the air like a memory of night, her hair, it curls in the damp of the night, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, records the air like a memory of night