Hats off to my distant hope, a little lie, a puff of smoke.
My street tonight’s on fire with hope, you’ll be there and you’ll see us.
I’ve got my ear against the screen, I’ll feel your feelings crackling
For every single inch of me, I’m going to make you mean it
With every single cell of me, I’m going to make you mean the words you sigh.
Not to be all boring and trite but, I’m ready for the bastions of decay to depart. I’m ready for dutch tulips, blue double hyacinths, pallid pink carnations - a manifestation of diaphanous dragonflies and consistent sun.