drawings by tim cook

waiting for little clues to appear

you're stuck on me, you don't know why. can't leave me anytime you try

more vivid than sunsets, brighter than stars

and next time i see you i'll be pleased to see you, i hope you'll be pleased to see me

i'm a freak, a star

you may not believe, but even we were scared at first

and the wine it tastes so sweet as we lay our eyes to wander

the cactus where your heart should be has lovely little flowers

don't lift me up, i'm a wreck, i know (smaller)

you get on the train where the crowd is tightening to push yourself up against a girl

we're in a different war

what you are now, we were once

corsair (take two, take three)

pale green things

where is my mind?

but i'm small. i'm not a planet at all

the silent

all clothed in a snowy shroud

i think i need a new heart

but i must be getting back to dear antarctica

it had something to do with the rain

and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines

where it's cold but not that deep

so this is what the volume knob is for

let their tiny feathers fill disappointment

hold my head, we'll trampoline

hear all the bombs, they fade away (smaller size)

all when i'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

some days it feels like there are no words in the world

i'm trying not to wonder where you are

let them all go, let em all go

here comes the sun

remember this time, this room

i'm going from strange to stranger every year

tomorrow when you wake up, then you'll show them

what's it like in new york city?

under atomic skies

butterflies and mercury rain

don't let anyone see that you're bleeding

that's good we can always use some more electrical equipment

watching spirals of white softly flow

you're such a beautiful writer, that's not all you are

am i gonna be lonely for the rest of my life?

september airships and treetops.

Is bright oh god I hope I'm alright...

tied like an anchor onto your heart. asking you why did we ever part?

sweetness, sweetness i was only joking when i said i'd like to smash every tooth in your head

it was a cold night and the snow lay low

let it burn right through my shoes

i can not leave here, i can not stay

i can tell that we're going to be friends

you better shut your windows tight

i will be pure, no, no, i know i will be pure. like snow, like gold

who's that casting devious stares in my direction

passing through unconscious states

and when i want to go i can dream

lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

i want to sink to the bottom with you

watching terrible t.v. it kills all thought

some people thought we were fighting, trying to read each other's writing

hate to say i told you so

if you find yourself here on my side of town

there is a light that never goes out

i let the melody shine

turn off feeling pretty, dressing up dressing down

so if you want to see our faces glow

i saw a star beneath the stairs

the bus stop and the umbrella

remember that the grass still grows beneath the snow

and still you wake up, the taste of the night, the moon has grown somehow

then a phone call made me realize im wrong

got it bad for that coffee shop girl

i dont want to come back down from this cloud

now i wish it were seamless

you got to look before you leap

watching the sky with our hands in our pockets

when did your eyes begin to look fake

you will long for the comfort of my golf shirt

the roof is on fire

bury me in sorrow cover me in joy

the best that i can do

the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn

your hair pinned up in circles

well hes a chick magnet if you know what i mean

you wont have to strain to look into my eyes

come home andrea

i saw your haircut in a storefront

and tell me the years spent never were mine

i live with you, to die in a jamais vu

just need to admit that i want sugar in my tea

im putting this night down to bed

no matter what i try, your eyeballs seem to hide

why are you so far away from me

ive been dreaming about you ever since i woke up

the sidewalks are watching me think about you

all the cracks they lead right to me

i will never skip a rock again

look at me i can write a melody but i cant expect a soul to care

the flight of yuri gagarin

its been nice waking up next to you

taking your time to cross the street

lying on the floor, ive come undone

step into the night

its time i got back

photobooth thai iced tea

lets take the moon and make it shine for everyone

i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights

dass es einmal soweit kommt

what if your paperwork caught on fire

a tine in the fork in the road is pointing at nothing cos its all been sold

take me back to the start

for what its worth it was worth all the while

look how they shine for you

isnt it nice how things resolve

and now you avoid parties

kelsea wont you come out to play

tonight i must walk on by

if my amp had wheels

sodium chloride

grace kelly with wings

a song about you

ill be waving my hand watching you drown, watching you scream, quiet or loud

she said dont let it go to your head

called to see if your back was still aligned and your sheets were growing grass all on the corners of your bed

only in dreams

this is what you get when you mess with us

theres nothing i can do

dont worry ill catch you

the sun is shining in the sky

the moon is closer to the sun than i am to anyone

or maybe you just werent trying hard enough

id rather take the long way home

we cannot read poetry

the boy with the nails in his eyes put up his aluminum tree. it looked pretty strange because he really couldnt see. -tim burton.

walked away, heard them say 'poison hearts will never change'

stairway to... oh wait, nevermind

the difference is, i need them to see

sometimes even god gets lonely

ive got your letter, you've got my song

where babies come from

bottle up your feelings

these automatic flowers wont do

how do they eat without mouths

this might be an awkward time to say it but i wish i knew you more.

i write songs on guitar

the destination of this train is ashmont

the landing of yuri gagarin

three minutes no less

now you're probably in bed, sleeping with one of my best friends

yet even in her absence, id find solace in photographs

broken hearts and broken fingers

we cant sleep like this

i am paid to spill my guts

fall