Antenna (2)

And you'll hold your head high like Ben nevis, where clouds seem so tangible, where "nothing it seems is impossible" when you realize the "one" that you love. But realign your antenna, perception is the key. There are timberwolves dressed up as "little boys" and they'll tear you limb from limb.

Desperate lips pay service, to anyone that will listen and copper pieces clatter in their pockets, one for every confession. Between earmarked pages, the ink sighs with sadness and you cry of a love that you've never known "but hey, you're still young".

And you can't hold your breath forever my dear, eventually you'll turn blue, yeah blue just like me.

Written by Vincent White