explosions

We could learn a thing or two from each other

You could teach me facts

I can lend you my opinions

You can show me the dark

I'll bring the light

We can walk the length of the railway

And I can talk you through the lanes of the sky

You can tell me stories of the past

And I can make up the stories of our supposed future

We can share a drink

I can refuse a cigarette

I can hide my ramblings on paper

You can exhibit your dreams on canvas

We can be good for each other

Be good to each other

But then again, we stand at the spectrum

We come in at the crossroads

We stand on unstable ground

But perhaps we can hold hands and see this through