Leaving these cities,
Looking for open hearts,
I seem to find ashes wherever I fall,
Keep looking at your day glow,
Thinking about your voice and the way
Clouds fall from the sky, and the sky falls from stars,
These birds, and their black wings,
They all fly away when someone dies,
So don't die, don't die around me, I want them to stay,
I want your eyes like the last days of december,
Don't take me for who I say I am, I am just a lie,
Just a lie waiting to happen, happen every night,
You won't find the way the wind hits hillsides in books,
You'll only find it at the hillsides, and in the wind,
Please, don't scream at me, I'm listening to hard,
And it's the rain, that keeps making us slip,
We slide and we fall,
You say you wish  you were mentioned in that suicide note,
All you ever sang were alto goodbyes,
In the sun we thought we had fevers in our hearts,
Maybe you did, my lungs were melting and my breath just left,
I remember the train, alone on the train,
It felt like a room full of dancing moments of people who go everywhere,
Yet I was just alone with those windows,
That never did look back.