On the edge of a curbside cliff
A red tipped cane
A higher pitch
A head canted slightly and straining for sounds of
Oncoming traffic while filtering out

Neighborhood kids / a Hey how have you been
A top 40 song / from an upstairs window
The memory of / dancing all night
The screeching of tires on streets unrelated
The windows of storefronts stand mute

I've felt extremities grow numb in the snow
I fought the insurgency then left it alone
My fireworks turned into shorter arms
But I still have my camera

Your favorite films / a good sense of style
Dinner and drinks / dancing all night
A stranger's sheets / the crushing weight
Can't find the blueprints start building the top floor
Lay tile, then brick, pour cement

If you're not busy
We should get coffee
And take a walk down to the James one night
We'll sit near the water, say nothing, till our heartbeats
Are heard louder than the gathering cars
In the city as the sun comes up

I've felt extremities grow numb in the snow
I fought the insurgency then left it alone
I've lost a lot of things that I used to own
An autobiography, the shivering cold
But I still have my camera


Lyrics submitted by JoeNewman

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