song title / lyrics

a gentle giant rubs his forefinger and thumb
in an alley, in the city's darkest dirty slum;
i hear the sounds from miles away
reflected off the sky and raining down like
the soft snow of static from in between the dial's lines
i pull them over my shoulder and wrap myself in the noise
and as i roll and face the wall,
your memory shivers beside me with no covers at all

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if i were a more patient writer this could flow a lot better... but you get the idea: laying and listening to the radio alone in bed at night in the winter... alone, but trying to share the covers with a memory.

"sharing the covers with a memory"

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