Soft features
that come with hard lines.
I cross lines all the time…
Deadpan delivery
that breaks the ice.
Legions of laughter
that drew me out of hiding..
You get to know people
and people get to know you.
But I feel so disconnected
when I head out on my own.
Laser-focused and drowning –
but somehow I’m breathing.
So there’s no need to panic.
The world swims around me.
All I see are sounds:
Deadpan delivery…
Legions of laughter…
Then a smile in the moonlight
that brings out all the good things left in me…
Tribe Of Flannel 