sleepless in sea(attle).

i am made of angels and kings.
star-light, delicacy and broken things.
eyes look to the sky;
but all i see are the skyscrapers.
the dirty city is callin' my name.
it's all i can do to keep on keeping on.
the sidewalks are cracked with the sighs of your voice.
like the cracks in my lips, so sore and swollen.
from smiling at the images in my brain.
play like a movie, spinning the reel, around and around.
fall leaves swirl around my feet.
i dance, i dance, i dance toward your beat.
where are you?
i wonder, if to naught but myself.
you are made of the simplest thoughts.
precisely why it all works.
the long division is really quite easy,
when you look at me like that.
tapping my toes along the street.
i am coming to find you.
i am twirling in the wind.
you may be impossible.
met with the gaze of strangers.
you are not them and they not you.
until then, the soundtrack keeps playing.
and all i am saying,
is that it's you and me and me and you,
this whole little city is our whole little muse.