Motorcades
A list of things to do
unkempt photo books, winter days
post cards from you
Paper hearts
Words never said
to a perfect sky, carousels
spin through my head
and I can't make all your dreams come true but I could try one or two
Because everything that circles never runs into the edge of where things stop
And if I had just one more goodnight
I would run to you, run to you
And chase off the light
And if I had the words in my head
I would promise you, say to you
all that should be said
so if the stars stay high above the clouds we'll have to make a wish out loud
And the city in between us will stand still so we can hear and make it true
I will run
I will crawl to the edge of it all
I will run
I will crawl through the madness of it all
I will run
I will not fall until we've made it through it all

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