stars die like matches
so why do you seem to live forever

i don't remember how we used to be
its bled from memories to daydreams.
all thats left of me and you
is the dust of a single year.
i've always been your shadow but
birds fly too high to see whats beneath
     (whats a shade without its maker?)
are there strangers in your smile
or was i just too blind to see before?
recollection is a fickle thing,
you must have been a fantasy.
flesh and blood looks so different before the eyes.
give up the ghost
you're not the one i left behind,
we're lovers turned strangers by the tide of time.

write gospel in radio waves
find salvation in city smog
coax angels out of brick and dust
asphalt streets and concrete husks

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"

Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all their stories,
I'm too scared to speak.

Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn't always my fault.

Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And though we're lonely,
We were never alone.