Tonight I look down into the trees.
Saw faces stare back up at me. Back at me.
Up up up where no one can see wanting history.
Well who knows?
This nothing song reminds me of a nothing time.
String along what’s long gone, buildin nothin to a sign.
I dare to run trippin over iron eyes.
I remember the go, not the come.
Trippin face first till fate was done.
Every cloud’s a spaceship filled with gold.
We move till night turns cold to disappear from it all.
Do you remember that? Did you stop long enough
To turn that whisper to a touch?
To box it up? To make it us?
I see me map out stars by heart
Leaving blank space.
To be filled with the moments I’ve erased.
And I got something for us all. A you. It’s your’s enough to
Call small but heavy worth the while so let’s take a walk.
With none my own I’ll make up shit for each of you.
Your name in stone. My, how you’ve grown.
The pieces in between I own.
Cause I got some time to make it up to the sky
And make some sense of it all and land smooth after your fall.
I’ve seen my own maps fall apart
Leaving blank space.
To be filled with the moments I’ve erased.
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