Turbo R

the dry wind has stolen warmth off your hand
so i let your palm getting warm again
you look chilled in ragged jeans
i see you inhaling the wind
i shut my eyes so quick to keep this whole scene within

you're tearing the strings off your guitar
the sonic noise piercing through my ears
you're in the shadow look like dreaming
dark as the shadow of spanish painting
you're in the shadow of daydreaming
white as the silence of your being