I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides and everything looks good tonight. — Iggy Pop Copy Share Image
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it. — Dorianne Laux Copy Share Image
