I saw in your eyes
two universes collide
The cosmic dust
Guiding me home
I saw in your smile
The curve of the earth
And in your happiness
I found mine

i miss high school
not really, but y'know
i miss all the things
i got to be.

Twenty-four notes
Eight lines of three
With my silver trumpet
I bade farewell to thee

The sky was blue
The air was (so) cold
The flag was presented
After the fold

Soldiers from every branch
Stood at attention
Raised their rifles and fired
As it was standard convention

That's when I played taps
The ancient rendition
Not a sound could be heard
Storied conviction

I played taps
With a silver trumpet
On a cold day in January
And I can't forget it

Silence is best when left unspoken

I have seen lonely places
But where do broken hearts go?
Do they look for home?
But where do broken hearts go
If home is where they just came from?

So where do broken hearts go?
Do they find somewhere new out there?
Or are they too broke to even care?

Where do broken hearts go?
Do they wait to meet another broken heart
So together they could make a start?

Oh where do broken hearts go?
I wish I do know
Where I'm going.

Another night fell,
but it doesn't matter.
I never knew the sun anyway...