he sees streets
waiting for him to decide
forcing directions on the air, insisting
and he wants to move it up
and he wants to move across
anything, just anything
in a city that rumbles like an impatient child
he hears everything
and i know the sound of panic
and i know emergency and i know
i`ve planed it like a battle
but when i`m done shaking i`ll be simple
he hears trees
talking about the wind or something
and he can`t remember waking up
so he refuses to believe that he ever was asleep
and he`s exhausted
he sits under a tree
feeding the birds and hoping for something in return
and i hate the silence in here
it`s all emergency and i know
i`ve planned it like a battle
but when i`m done shaking i`ll be simple
and he sees the buildings waiting
he sees them tired and leaning on each other
and all the words i had escaped
and all the things i saw lost shape
and i`m forgetting everything faster than i can remember what i`m missing
and i`m missing everything
and i know i`ve planned it like a battle
but when i`m done shaking i`ll be.....