Letras:
The Wave Pictures

: There were roman candles and Catherine wheels outside Inside, all was deadly quiet Corner cut, medium weight and I arrive late I caught you spelling

: She wrote my name, in her diary and today it came and now I know how it feels to live behind the scenes I know how it feels to kiss into the dream,

: The first one in was a bumble bee Crawled in the window & he stared at me With lips as thin as you not smiling Not wide enough for a lie to hide in

: October '97, with the hurricane approaching I was in my room Kisses, bicycles, glimpses of the sea I can recall them vividly Like all the first things

: I wrote a thousand verses, Each one about doctors and nurses. On paper napkins in diners and wrote the titles on matchsticks. Tucked them in the left

: If I was the kind who was inclined to cry I'd cry for the strings I cut loose & I'd cry for the bridges I burned Just to make myself a little room

: We walked out to the park Where we always walk out to the park & if the half-dark half-afternoon half-evening Traced our fingers around the moon We

: Holding hands, and we missed all the fireworks Holding hands, holding hands Holding hands, I was thinking about someone else Holding hands with you

: I will rustle your lashes loose after we have travelled; Like the leaves from the trees when Autumn unravels, I will pinch them in my tips, and place