Broadcasting Sirens

I’m Your Playback

April 6, 2011

warm summer days inside a vhs tape forever,
the grain and the brightness take over this smile

I’m inside this movie where our lives are two hours long,
our pupils turn green and we drop like the sunset on your eye-lids

dancing with ghosts and staying awake with the zombies,
those carnival days always had a lighter wind to them

and when this disco fiasco ends where will you sleep?
the moon will always be around, even in my skin

you can live inside me where its always summer,
always hitting rewind on your favorite part

birthday wishes and clowns dressed like gentlemen,
I’d rather be a fool in love than a heartless hero

putting away empty glasses for breakfast with traces of lipstick,
you can never put a price on moments of love

--bidkar