conversations in the dark

across dark miles of desert
sharing our hopes and fears,
shared memories
and divergent presents

Me, I'm talking from a well of pain
that echoes and distorts my words
till I don't recognize them anymore,
our rythym always a little off.
as time goes on
I can hear your silent desire to go
(back to your bright California animation world)
repressed by just as silent hesitation

I don't want to go, really,
but I can't get through to you
these days
through this emotional wall
you've built ten feet tall

They're just conversations in the dark
phantom waves
traversing the endless desert miles
through lonely towers
observed only by crows

I wish we could bring back the spark
that would make them last
longer than their electricity