Suzanne Brewer: Music

there are grains of sand in my hair tonight
reminding me to breathe
there's a painful sound creating night
not wanting you to leave

but i'll bless you with the open air
i won't distinguish the line
between reality and memory and changing your mind

so i'll stop here
waiting for you
to...

there are planes of separation
challenging my motives
there's a crane carrying duration and a spontaneous motif

but i'll bless you with the open air
i won't distinguish the line
between reality and memory and changing your mind

so i'll stop here
waiting for you
to...