Even from a distance, our hearts return to those places and those times we longed to be rid of, our places of becoming, our hometowns, our sad little hometowns...

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again, love and hate for a place, a time, people who once loved you, you once loved, once saw on the street,in the highschool, the other side of the mall. and are they all still there? saturday night, are they gathered around a television with beer and pizza, watching wrestling? over coffee talking about what they hope to do? who they hope to meet? the fun that was once had? whatever.

Across the great divide wind sweeps the brown decay
and carries wayward hearts away
and when the silence breaks in lonely moans and creaking bones,
cracking rock and crumbling stone

Phantoms haunt the empty spaces
between fare-thee-well's and sad good-bye's
the portraits of a thousand faces
drift and change across the grey and frowning sky

No one hears, no one tries
no one sees the murder in her eyes

Phantoms haunt the empty spaces
where broken rocks and rabbits hide
and there's a dead and dry oasis
where i watch the moons of all the planets
wax and wane, set and rise