You can always hear birds
Morning or night
The sun setting or rising
Outside
I wake up with the red
The fall's across my face
Think I'll watch a movie
Today
Summer storms are gone
No more blackened skies
Water boiling on the stove
When are you coming home?
You could be my monolith
We'll put a little machine
Deep inside your chest
And then just like in my dreams
We'll always grow older
But never really die