Actually

Your words grew out of the silence
to shelter your ceramic thoughts.
The sun made love to December
to melt away your opens arms.

Last night the lights went out in your house
and the clock turned black.
And every time it flashed, you saw me blink
and it was midnight forever.

I rode through town to your front door
on the horse of a different color.
My dream told me this was Kansas
and you'll never find me here, you'll never find me here.

Last night the lights went out in your house
and the clock turned black.
And every time it flashed, you saw me blink
and it was midnight forever.

I've always loved the things you'd say
not knowing what they mean to me.
Some embers fail to burn my skin
just rekindle stories I wish to tell.