The wires dream about swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep At least I woke up smiling so glad I had a dream She is waving out of the window Her smile as red as a wound and my quiet heart goes to pieces Its been a lonely year in this room And I will not ignore you like before my January promises are more than words softly spoken Im filming now obsessed with how I look And everything I told you was stolen from a book I read something about kisses in a science magazine Something they cant capture in the sweetest movie scene She is waving out of the window Her smile as red as a wound and my quiet heart goes to pieces Its been a lonely year in this room And I will not ignore you like before my January promises are more than words softly spoken编辑于2000/04/20更新