(...)

what the horizon only tells to us ghost
is that when its quiet in our heart
we become the diesel

we become the smoke
we become the prarie
we become spark
and the only song coming in on the radio
the only song coming in on the radio

well you take that map of the falling sky
and you lay it across your heart
and the lonliness between us is right where you are
and the lonliness between us is right where you are


Jason Molina