(R.J. JohnsonThe Honeyrods)

Pictures on the wall

stop and stare

let the moment take you there

in my mind I can see

See an empty sky

blue and white

doesn't matter if it's night

I can see them

Pictures on the wall

and they're not far from the fall of falling

it doesn't matter if they're

held to something

Pictures I love you

and the colors of your hues are calling

I searched in terms of things

I'm not knowing

It's your call

I kept your pictures just because

I love you

It's your call

it didn't matter at all

Drawing in the sand

falling objects from you hands

I hope to be shown the side of things

that release you

Super magic cars

rows of telepathic stars all seem to

shoot like rockets from

the walls inside you

Color in the summer

and it couldn't be much hotter

painting on the sidewalk

pictures made of water

Color in the summer

and it couldn't be much hotter

why not hold what's real

so we can fill this pictures place