the night’s as silent as the still seas
but the loudest noise screams inside of me
the city sleeps, faded lights and empty sidewalks
but i’m alone in my head and i can’t talk

i want to dance, to run wild and free
but my demons and monsters won’t let me be
and i am lost, but do i want to be found?
i think no one is going to come around

and i tell myself, hush hush
yet my heart screams in technicolor
but all these billboards and meaningless chatter
tell me “nobody listens, you don’t really matter"

and i am frozen beneath the surface
i am scared and i am nervous
but maybe i’ll get used to this, feeling all alone
writing letters to nobody with no one to phone

We wandered with no direction,
No boundaries in the grass land of dreams and cloudy skies,
No end in sight.

Running from the city's chaos
Towards home in each other's youthful freedom,
We let the wind carry us while our arms were wide open,
Welcoming the horizon and all adventure beyond it.


The only worry in our spinning, restless thoughts
Was removing the grass that stuck to the sun kissed fabric of what we wore
Whenever we sat on the ground to watch the world go by,
Because all was well, it was alright
In that wonder of land
Our Wonderland.

And although these moments, in all of its glory,
Are left to photographs and hidden journals
The still feeling thrives, wild and alive,
As the stars shine.

I walked through avenues
Finding a quiet place
As the weather disappointed
Rain gets me down sometimes.

And somewhere, you sat all alone
Coffee and ash trays and months old issues
Of the New York Times.
New York City, the mess you were hopelessly in love with.

I dropped loose change
You helped me pick up every coin
And I was taken by surprise.
I was wise,
Wise enough to know not to speak to strangers
But I couldn’t help and dive
Into the thrill of your danger.

All it took was a single glance
You reeled me in, and then there I was
Seated in front of you, my coffee becoming cold
As I listened to your strange, revolutionary thoughts

And I was young, devil-may-care
You were charming, disillusioned.
But the pieces of the puzzle of you and me
Slowly turned out to fit together
Once the hours passed and we watched the sun set for the first time.

Then this went on for days, an unspoken agreement
Like a connivance between secret lovers.
Each day we sat in that same, dim corner
You showed me your little journal, photos
Of the foreign lands you once wandered,
Even taught me I could dream big things for myself.

And again and again, we watched the clouds move and the stars swirl
Through foggy glass windows.
We never left that dying coffee shop
Because you and I lit it up
With the way we were so curious, so eager
To listen to each other.

Leaves turned golden, snowstorms came, and flowers bloomed
Yet there we spoke, on and on
Until we unmasked each other,
Painfully honest. Truthfully beautiful.

Darling, does anyone ever tell you how lovely you are?

Then one day, I came in a summer dress
The cafe seemed darker than ever
And I was left with the ghost of you
Hunched over your cup of coffee,
Waiting for me so you could tell your stories.

A teller of tales gone astray. A lonely spectator.

And now, you are but a story too.
The most beautiful kind.
Would you send me a post card sometime?

I found you in the rising sun
As your light poured into the hollow cracks of who I was

I found you in the warmth of the fireside
As you slowly took away the aching chill of the cold

I found you in the birds that flew through the clouds
As your freedom took me on your wings and showed me new sights

I found you in the waves that slid through the shore and pulled back
As you made all the sorrow flow away so quietly

I found you in the trains that sped by so quickly
As times of happiness rushed by whenever you were around

I found you in the stars that twinkled above me
As you showed me that in darkness, there is still light to be seen

I find you in the most beautiful of places
And I hope that somehow, you find me too

You came into the picture ever so calmly
With enchanting words of meandering poetry
With your wandering eyes, you told stories of cities and skies
And the way you traveled quickly to avoid all goodbyes

In the midst of all the cars and city lights
And with six strings and the moon
You sang your way into my heart
And I think I may have fallen too soon

Your presence was warmth in a cold winter haze
You were a calm sunset in the blue
It made me want to hold your hand
It made me want to be there for you

But I have heard tales of your adventures
And how you come and go to places without a trace
You pack your bags and disappear
You end up as an illusion of saving grace

So the seasons will change, the tides will turn
We will forget what we're living for
But your song will forever ring in my ears
My wandering troubadour

I drown in the depths of your ocean
I hang from the noose of your words
I suffocate as you take the air I breathe
I am pale from your winter so absurd

I burn by the scorching heat of your dessert
I am lost in your maze of lies
I am scarred by the blade of your selfishness
And I am blinded by the beauty of your light

I’m sorry you’re the sun, moon, and stars up so high
When I’m not a single sparkle in your night sky

I’m sorry I’d drown for you in an infinity of blue
When you’d watch me as if it was a spectacle so new

I’m sorry you blossom into my life like spring
When I ache because of the bitter cold your winter brings

I’m sorry you’re a masterpiece of things so bright
Because for you, I’d give up colours and see black and white

I’m sorry I let you take me with the song that you sing
When I’m haunted by the bittersweet tune that you bring

I’m sorry I wish I cared less the way you always do
And I’m sorry I can’t because of the curse that is you