Prisoners of Love

I turned my head in an outstanding way

far from the light of your house

and I imagined a peacock in brilliant blues

like I was suppose to the first time around

I settled on the path that went into you

which turned from gravel to an honorable pave

and there was your house with it's front porch light on

the one that's been keeping me away

Oh, and I'm restless without sleep

cause I'm a prisoner of the gaze that you're in

cause I'm a prisoner of the gaze that you're in

we should all be so lucky to being wearing chains like these

we're all prisoners of love

I moved into a space beyond

and opened and passed through your door

entered a room so real

little futures were clinging to the wall

well there was order before

now all things have been moved

to accommodate a sign of the sun

I still like that chair and that fire over there

I think I'll stick around before I run

Oh, and I'm restless without sleep

cause I'm a prisoner of the gaze that you're in

cause I'm a prisoner of the gaze that you're in

we should all be so lucky to being wearing chains like these

we're all prisoners of love

Arcs (are straight lines)

There is a contest on the beach

and all the stories are supplied

hold your own hold your eyes

we'll run these stingers through the sand

and offer up one good side

I thought of you the other day

as I drew a perfect arc

you're out there and I'm doing my best

arcs are straight lines in progress

who offer up one good side

What I'm seeing ain't really there

at least not on this stretch of road

there's a break in the sky let's go on

and I'll tell you about it another time

and offer you one good side

Old standards sometimes live alone

not much can really touch them

it's nice to see them looking down on inventiveness

among the shells

who try so hard for one good side

Now there's no where left to go

if you leave from here they'll send you back

but what more could you need?

You got your own main street

with two good sides

two good sides