IKEA Parking Lot
(Michael Timmins)

Two in the car waiting for the doors to open
A cold winter morning in the IKEA parking lot
Flag poles are clanging, traffic is backed up behind them
An empty cold morning in the IKEA parking lot.

I don’t think that I love you anymore
her words like a fist float beside him
the world all around starts to sharpen
the man made hollow
in the IKEA parking lot

I don’t think that I love you anymore
her words like a fist float beside him
the world all around starts to sharpen
a man made hollow
in the IKEA parking lot

ten o’clock comes, the doors to the store are open
her words crystallized on the windows make beautiful patterns
the words crystallized on the windows make beautiful patterns
left all along on this cold, empty morning
left all alone in the IKEA parking lot
left all alone in the IKEA parking lot.


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Last update: May 8, 2004
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