Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Paging through the remains of my scattered thoughts of last semester, I came upon these forgotten song lyrics. I posted them in my LiveJournal a few months ago, but now I give them to you, my non-LJ tetrapeds.

Alley Hopping
My whispers travel up
This plastic conduit of tears
But they'll vanish into grey skies
Long before they reach your ears.

Another pair of eyes
Stares into the vacant skies
Tearing us apart.

Drifting.
Drifting.

It doesn't end like this.
This isn't how the story goes,
But maybe love ends with a kiss
When holding close an azure rose.

Another pair of legs
Bore me down the marble stairs
Through your fleeing ghost.

Drifting.
Drifting.

I know these wilted apple blossoms
Will carry my prayers to heaven's court,
But a western breeze won't let them go,
Not just yet.

Drifting.
Drifting.
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Looking back at them, I now see a kind of "Chris Carabba listens to Radiohead for the first time" motif going on. Oh well. Post your criticisms anyway.