Fugitive words


In my books there are gardens of heartbreak and loss Where I walk under bridges covered in moss I would read them to you but I can’t find the words To explain what they mean, the books in my world     In my streets you will find no footprints or signs You can wander for miles, not a soul in sight I would show you the way but I can’t find the words To explain where they lead, the streets in my world     Out of my reach, like scared little birds Flying away from my strange little world Got to let them escape, got to leave them unheard My beautiful fugitive words     In my dreams I’m adrift on a slow, slow tide I’m alone with the wind and the silence of time I would tell you the truth but I can’t find the words To explain why I feel so alone in my world     Out of my reach, like scared little birds Flying away from my strange little world Got to let them escape, got to leave them unheard My beautiful fugitive words     You could be in my books, in my streets Next to me on the tide in my dreams But I can’t let you in, can’t let anyone hurt My beautiful fugitive words No I can’t let you in, can’t let anyone hurt My beautiful fugitive words