Pastille flavors, little candy boxes
Colors that you keep to press into the memory
Press into your memory

There are memories and then there are memory books
Neither require another look
You just know that it's there, filed away somewhere
A photograph; better, a lock of hair

Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me about being alone

There are pictures of clouds and then there are clouds
An angel waits at the end of the landing
Propeller check, save oxygen wings
Hold me, darling, dear

Here is something to believe in
Here is something to call your own
Picture photograph charm, love note stone
Are you waiting?
Are you waiting?

Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone
A shiver came quick
Grabbed me up, noosed by the scruff of the neck
And shook me down to my feet
Through my shoes, through the floor
Through the ground to core of the earth
I muttered something, swallowed some air
Science, miracles, monkeys, a prayer
I’ll believe in anything when I’m there