Asphalt - LooM

Speaking in tongues.

Living as spies.

Filling the holes in our eyes

Searching for signs of life to take us home

As slaves to this obsession our will is its direction

Hidden brights.

Only yellow lines and the scarce street light

And more green signs will shape our lives

Feed our lives with asphalt veins

Fueled by our need to create and define with asphalt veins

We’ll find our way back home between lines in the road

We’ll find vanishing eyes, lost, consciously trapped, confined

We’ll find promising signs.

Lives reunite and light to rise again

We’ll find our way back home