Souvenir Surprise

We breeze through the dark
We walk past the sun
We learn when we’re lost
We lose when we’ve won

We coast with the clouds
We land like the rain
We show sudden smiles
We’ve felt sudden pain

Thunder throughout the night
Will only slip and score these lives

Tired, flat tire, cup of coffee
Surprisingly pleasant souvenir
from a morning gone awry
A palm, thank god that wasn’t my eye
Surprisingly pleasant souvenirs
from mornings gone awry
Knobs for the songs and voices

We stroll through the stars
We spill with the dawn
We gleam with the moon
We change when they’re gone

We lay with the space
We spread out the tide
We fog up the lense
We focus and ride