My flight home was so long. I finished reading Theatre of the Mind by Jay Ingram and then read The Time Machine by H.G. Wells and started writing songs. Long flight.
This one is pretty long but there are some good parts. I'm not sure if I'm done with it...
and the dusty clouds rapt
when a heart as big as yours
is all the light can hold
Pick up your pallid colour
make up the moon for me
I know too well the colour
of the secrets you keep
in the first pallor of dawn
you shine just like a sun
under the vanishing starlight
and brightening night
you're too bright to be so dark
And this one is shorter
The moon sets
and the sun grows red
and the moonlight dies
and the chill of dawn
dances in ghostly half-light
Before the night creeps in
a horror of great darkness
cannot escape me
and up I thought I could see ghosts
bleeding the colour of my fear
the moon dawns
and pale stars alone
and the moment stills
in a darkling [sic] calm
take the day away
So, yeah, most of the lines were taking from the time machine to some degree or another. I find the colour of my fear one sounds funny but I really like how it's said in the book: "expectations took the colour of my fears"
-Kat
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