We're waiting for something,
we're waiting for something.
Winter is coming,
it's already here.

This is what we've waited for,
Song under the hardwood floor.
You are a solstice
between cold and warm.

This is what we've waited for.

With my heart I picture you in polaroids
tinted blue by my eyes, surrounded by crushed leaves.
In the skipping track of my inner eye
your mouth, the way it moves when you focus
the open-palmed reaching of marimba chorale
and softening of your brow from the vines
of midnight-colour hair.
From many perspectives, again and again,
in the skipping track of my inner eye,
photographs shot with love.

This world ends
as we slowly die
a new one begins
let a new light shine

We came so far
yet we dont know
how hard life is for all of those

People try to Empathize
Sympathize
but there only words
so whats the point

We live we die
we soar and fly
yet in my eyes
no sacrifice
is made by those who doubt the rest

If this is true
I lay to rest
the mistakes ive made
in lifes brutal test

As our quest
draws near its end
We question those
who would rather pretend

And notice
they knew more than us

We shed a tear
and wonder why
so many starts are in the sky

lifes more fun
when we dont know
how the world works
how people grow

Because then more questions
Can arise
and we may live
in paradise

There's nothing that can be said
About the beauty of your eyes
That wise men with pens wiser than mine
Haven't wrote centuries ago

Bright
They curiously follow others
god knows who
And hold the most amazing secrets
That I'll never know.