01 September 2016

Suburban Desert

There are new houses going up, the framing's almost done
And every one of them, bigger than the last one
The miles don't seem to stretch quite as far as they used to

I don't smoke cigarettes, but sometimes I forget
And my fingers start lighting little fires
But it's unstable, when there's a breeze
The spark goes out, along with all of these

desert dreams

(lyrics from the song "Little Fires" by David)