Curves (This Is The Place)

This is the place 

It's where I joined the human race

The shag pile, mission, open face

Bricks, pull strings, lips, hip sliding things 

Shiny vinyl paints the scene

The organ fills the in-betweens

We're 3 and 5, he's 1, ears keen 

The melody's a breeze and life's the seas

Explanation's made of words

But life's made up of curves

As I shape a clay triceratops 

A best that I will never top

Or so it seems, but always in my dreams

I'll chase the black and gold and fly 

And hope to never wave goodbye

This is the place

It's where I left the human race

Cracked concrete bumps against the trolley base

As weight, with aches, threatens to break 

A grey mist paints the scene

An underground of in-betweens

Games, red, fire, roasts, the Island Queens

Music saves past's slaves, then sends me over waves

Explanation's made of words

But life's made up of curves

I considered which line looked the best

So why that one and not the rest?

My Queen, the one always in my dreams 

We'll chase the black and gold and fly

And hope to never wave goodbye 

But when we do, I'll cherish every moment spent with you.