Nostos

In the middle of the night, when we've all become clocks with too much time on our hands my conscience is clean and in control. Taking deep breaths just to exhale looks and whispers. I feel like Isis, welcoming history back to life.

Lately I've been impressed with the way that a single voice can make a deafening sound. I have witnessed hearts that forget their place in their own chest. Beating without a purpose is just as bad as forgetting to. Breathing at the bottom of the lake beats screaming at the top of your lungs. I am your sick day.

First class before the take off and I swear I'm coming down alive. Let's skip town with nothing but this investment in ourselves. God bless rewind, not repeat... because I only want the best part. There are no connecting flights through Casablanca but it'll have to do. Take me back to any street car you desire. I still love you with eyes closed.