Conversations And Smokescreens Paroles

Barely alive,

barely affecting the colors shown through from the walls behind.



Swallowed and engulfed, the hands,

the hands communicate an urgency.



A spark from these city walls and the whole place would go down,

still cleaning up after itself,

but down just the same.


Dormant and stuffed in our ears,

friendships now replaced by common decency.



So this is posturing...

in this light we all look a little anxious,

and lonely like carnivores.



If only a gun were pulled,

that might divert some of the attention away.



We all sleep awkward with our bodies.



Shoulders,

should-haves and wide eyes in to the haze,

the truth is so evident.



Breath falling off the tails of cigarette smoke into conversations and smokescreens...