in colour

all words by dylan munro.

out of reach

sometimes i forget the words. sometimes it comes out the worst, but what i mean to say is, “i’m not staying here”. looking out the window, fascinated by the stars. do you see why they are happy where they are? i do. diamonds, hidden in the night, they’re far away from us. seems like, no matter what is happening, they’re safe and out of reach. pick a penny off the road. ask a man which way to go. he speaks in paradoxes, “don’t do what you’re told to do.” diamonds, hidden in the night, they’re far away from us. seems like, no matter what is happening, they’re safe. are they out of reach? ‘cause you know, the further out we get, the more we drift. the rope will fray, and it’s bound to break. do you think we will be okay? i do. i do.

beside me

early in the morning, sitting in an alley, the buildings are too tall for me to see the water or the skyline. music and a spotlight: the only things that aren’t hiding from me. and i don’t know which way to go; my heart can lead, my feet will follow. up or down or left or right or here or there or back to mine? it’s only 9 o’clock somewhere, but i’m drifting off. it’s only 3 degrees in here. come lie beside me. looking for a way back; feeling kinda dizzy. the city lights are just too bright for me. there’s wire in the chain-link and faces in the windows. i start to climb and they start laughing. my heart is beating steadily, but i’ve lost my footing! i stumble down, i’m overwhelmed, the lights and sounds, they’re all around, it’s over now, is it over now? the music’s loud and i cry out… it’s only 9 o’clock somewhere, and i’m drifting off. it’s only 3 degrees in here. come lie beside me. just stay beside me.

cutoff

maybe you’re lost, maybe you’re not. maybe you’ll take the next cutoff. you’re trying to see the road ahead, what’s around the bend.

maybe i’m scared, and maybe i’m not. maybe it’s just the words are caught somewhere in between my lungs and the tip of my…

maybe the dam will hold, till the water rises and overflows, washing away the last of this. there’s no way around it.

well i’m at a loss for words. you have said enough to her. when she’s crawling back and hurt, you smile. you’re backwards.

so tired

time and time again, it happens. and i don’t know why it happens like this. i see it coming from miles away. eyes wide, not open. still not awake. when it’s raining and i am cold, let me inside. when i tell you that i’m alone, will you stop by? you’re known to have a feeling and shut it in. i wish i knew how to deal with it. i see it coming from miles away. eyes wide, not open. still not awake. when it’s raining and i am cold, let me inside. when i tell you that i’m alone, will you stop by? or will you snap, and turn it into another stupid argument? i’m getting so tired of this. i don’t want to stay up all night. just want to tell you sleep tight. i wonder if i’ll always feel like this…

the key

there’s a key for every lock on every door. there’s a morning for all the dreamers. in every head, there’s got to be a heart. there’s not a moment that’s already wasted. it’s like walking on the water, and lines that never touch. a half without another is alone. if it’s not a whole, it isn’t much. people ask, over every telephone call, “can you hear me?” for every voice, there’s someone hanging on to the words that we thought were wasted. it’s like walking on the water, and lines that never touch. a half without another is alone. if it’s not a whole, it isn’t much. but i don’t want to know if i’m right. is there a key for every lock on every door? is there a morning for all the dreamers?

more than this

days are lasting longer than they used to. i’ve tried forgetting but it feels like time drags on forever. it’s just a little bit of not so much. it’s just a ripple in the water. it doesn’t change a thing, nothing at all. just tell me there is more than this. i think i see it up ahead. don’t know when, but i know i’ll get there soon. i thought this flipped the world upside down, but it turned me the right way around. there are plenty of people reaching for something to hold onto. i’m not one of them. it’s just a little bit of not so much. it’s just a footprint in the snowfall. it doesn’t change a thing, nothing at all. just tell me there is more than this. i think i see it up ahead. don’t know when, but i know i’ll get there. soon i’ll be home. it’s just a little taste of what it’s like to be a ripple in the water… to never change a thing. just tell me there is more.

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