rosemary, heaven restores you in life

by Rachel Lynch in

its the smiling on the package, its the faces in the sand, its the thought that lifts you upward, embracing me with two hands.

You're coming with me through the aging, the fear and the strife. I spent yesterday knocking on death's door, there's a tiny hole in my arm where they fed me and a band around my wrist with my name on it.

I want things to be different from here on out.

Saying hey why can't we look the other way? Why can't we just play the other game?

we speaks about travel Yeah, we think about the land We smart like all peoples Feeling real tan I could take you places Do you need a new man? Wipe the pollen from the faces Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van