The wires dream about swallows in the spring

I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things

Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep

At least I woke up smiling, so glad I had a dream



She is waving out of the window

Her smile is red as a wound

And my quiet heart goes to pieces

It's been a lonely year in this room



And I will not ignore you like before

My january promises are more

Than words softly spoken



I'm filming now

Obsessed with how I look

And everything I told you

Was stolen from a book

I read something about kisses in a sience magazine

Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scenes



She is waving out of the window

Her smile is red as a wound

And my quiet heart goes to pieces

It's been a lonely year in this room



And I will not ignore you like before

My january promises are more

Than words softly spoken