Alright
Climbing to the top of the roof, There was no plan to ride on shooting stars To stand pouring over the dust of the past I turn around my hand caressing the vinyl Smooth against my fingertips The music is playing and the tune is so old And yet it sings of a time so cold Am I paying the price as the wheels turn and fit into the soft warmth of my lip? Sappho, my heart is racing Tell me in this myriad of space and time Where the rush of the world is undefined Hold me in your arms and tell me that everything is alright