Sights shift somewhere, seas separate, so still solemn.. space stays.. spanning such sonic syllables. Sometimes she says she should stop. So she sees someone stay so something seemingly surreal, so static. sending signals. slowing secondhands, stopwatches, simple souls - - standing subtle, staying sweet. Somehow she softens, sleep seems so sudden...she'll shroud sounds spoken, sung slowly, somber sonambulant suburbs. she's seventeen ..still sunken, still shy still sexy