liken a shape, falling through the road
where is the silver patter, what's the color's sound
laying on the Lawn and the dew is soaking my jeans
and my glasses are moving deeper
in the rain, a mix of rust and iron will shape the meter
of a moon, so many make their songs
maybe it's me or maybe your shape has too many sides
the Pavement remembers the shape of the sound,
tapping softer when it gets steeper
in the rain, the mist and dust are turning liter by liter
liken a shape, falling through the road
where is the silver patter, what's the color's sound
of a moon, so many make their songs
maybe it's me or maybe your shape has too many sides
laying on the Lawn and the dew is soaking my jeans
and my glasses are moving deeper
in the rain, a mix of rust and iron will shape the meter
other phrases to work with:
of the moon
rounded room
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