I'm trading places

I'm making the last of exchanges

cutting the lines crossed

complaints off the list and untied thoughts

and in-between I see the hint of a doubt

careless, serene

the stem is weaving us out

sleeping machine quiet and then suddenly

I'm changing the scenery

there's nothing left for us to do

new days will soon come into view

blood in the broadcast

we color the screen with a contrast

some memories crease

I tow souvenirs I don't keep these

and in-between I see the hint of a doubt

careless, serene

the stem is weaving us out

sleeping machine quiet and then suddenly

I'm changing the scenery

there's nothing left for us to do

new days will soon come into view

standing still

backs unpinned

future's near us

diving in

oh so sweet

let's delete

it all