Thoughts Alone

It looks like a feather and weighs as much as a mountain
Crushing me with its delicate embrace
Twisting me in spirals of the deepest blues
Locked in a confine of my own design

Under these amber suns and periwinkle skies
Left to wander between the shadows of giants
I’m lost to memories and footnotes
Just a rewound shade in the VCR

Your dial-up tone rings in the silence
And the operators hung up on me
I’ll find no solace in this digital embrace
But this sensual world is no home to me

So let the tape run to its end
And don’t rewind what has passed