Loom - Rogue Valley

Indian summer

Keeps shoving September aside

Every evening

The circling birds just can’t seem to decide

Smoke from the factories

Freeways and cigarettes climb

Like the thread on a loom

Weaving wool with the clouds in the sky

When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise

Wrecking ball crushing

Through everything left in its path

Muscle memory melodies

Living in bricks and stained glass

Shattered and wasted

On too-good-to-be-true returns

So we sleepwalk the great halls

Where all of our memories burn

When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise

When I hear your songbird voice

Is when I’m freed from all the other noise

When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise

When I hear your songbird voice

Is when I’m freed from all the other noise