I'm in the basement, sifting through old memories
you're in the sky, flitting in and out of dreams
the way you drift so distantly has always been beautiful to me
but when you dissapeared I swore I couldn't breathe
the attic clanks with sounds of your ghost
old boxes, sweetened cigarette smoke
scrap book memories
now feeling you only in my dreams
like
scared kids, running to the front door
lost dogs, finding comfort in the poor
rain splatters
and all I see is you
the stairs creak
and it's all I can do
to take the next one up
thin walls
I listen for things I know
I don't want to hear
broken dolls
little girls breaking down
in tears
you and I
two sides of the same battery
would could connect
if only you weren't a part of me
but you're a part of me
I'm in the basement, sifting through old memories
you're in the sky, flitting in and out of dreams
flitting in and out of me
