Breaking all the rules
that I once held dear.
Streams of
something new
came through locked doors.
Freight trains turned on their backs
and I’ll feel
this new kind of love.
Flying through the wire
to find my positive
static to my shock
and it bites back.
A new kind of love
breaking the rules I held dear.
It captures thee body
nature takes hold
and we won’t hold the door.
I can’t explain it to everyone
just the ones that can’t either
and will be around the world
will send you a postcard.
