She passed him by every morning just outside his house. On Monday he caught her name. He went home and repeated it to himself quietly over and over. On Tuesday a ribbon fell from her hair. He took it home and hid it between the pages of the encyclopedia under the letter F. It looked fantastic. On Wednesday it was foggy and he could only see her blurry silhouette. He took her smell home and kept it in a jar next to the encyclopedia. On Thursday she was looking very pale, almost translucent, but he could make out her blue eyes. He went home and painted a swatch on the opening page with her eye colour. On Friday he didn't see her pass. This probably isn't a love song:
All at once
Slow motion scene
Savor
The air she breathes
Pulse thunders under over
Lips mumble of her 'own her'
All at once
This sun drenched scene
And her eyes are all I see...
...So I'll take them, hide them, own them
And at night when I'm alone
I can piece her back together
Same but better
She goes to speak
Oh her lips are all I see...
...So I'll take them, hide them, own them
And at night when I'm alone
I can piece her back together
Same but better
She haunts my sleep
Oh her face is all I see
She goes to speak
Oh her lips are all I see...
...So I'll take them, hide them, own them
And at night when I'm alone
I can piece her back together
Same but better
She haunts my sleep
Oh her face is all I see
All at once
A horror scene
Look closer
You'll see it breathes
Pulse thunders under over
Limbs tremble 'what's been done here'
All at once
A terror scene
And my eyes
Are all it sees
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