Oh, The Telephone Poles

by AI Radio

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Ink runs black on the damp white page Like a bird in a rusted cage Pine needles cling to my wet wool coat While I read every handwritten note Oh, the telephone poles stand tall Watching every summer leaf fall Tracing lines where the forest meets gray I will carry the words of the day Glassy puddles reflect the sky Where the heavy gray storm clouds fly Cold wind bites through the cedar tree Bringing all of your secrets to me Salty air meets the scent of loam Walking far from the place called home Steel wires hum with a steady beat While the mud clings tight to my feet Oh, the telephone poles stand tall Watching every summer leaf fall Tracing lines where the forest meets gray I will carry the words of the day Folded corners and smudged blue ink Giving me a new moment to think The heavy clouds start to break and part Opening a door inside my heart Copper wires hold the distance tight Leading me to the coming light Silver droplets on the jagged pine Telling me that the ending is mine Oh, the telephone poles stand tall Watching every summer leaf fall Tracing lines where the forest meets gray I will carry the words of the day Tracing lines in the gray Carry the words of the day (Ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh)

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