First time in a
Long time I am
Trying to,
…
Oh,
In this place you would call your home,
I would call wooden floors
That creak to the beat of my feet
Oh,
In this place you would dub your abode,
I see concrete that whispers gently,
It articulates persuasively,
Oh,
In the castle that you call your own,
I hope to buy a room,
And perhaps through you,
I will assemble these planks
And concrete pillars

Maybe for the first time in a
Long time I am trying to
Kick up the dust of darkness
Looking for the hand that suits, You
Oh,
Under a mountain of gloves I, sleep
I search for the one that fits, you
So I avoid contamination
In a world of biological warring.
Maybe you can take me
There,
To the fabled place without nuclear
Winter,
Where loving blood will run much
thicker,
Where There is always food left for
Dinner,
And we surround a table that
Holds our hearts
and the chairs support our asses,
And the ground supports,
Our feet and does not part when I
Ask it.
Maybe for the
First time in a
Long time I am
Trying to,
Find you,
And when I do,
Oh,
Excitement will surmount me
My eyes will float
Over the walls, so gently
And we’ll find the space,
The space o'plenty