Like the blue hues of a summer sky Stretched above the trees. When the warmth of the evening Rests heavy on the skin, There are just some things that Cut valleys through the heart in their absence.
Yes, only when the cold Seeps in across a whitening October sky And the red-winged blackbirds cease to fly Do I sit with the spaces Where they used to sing And feel the emptiness that comes With the absence of wings Somewhere inside the pieces of me That can only ascend
When you are here.
See, I can never let go Because then the mountains disappear From the horizon.
I need to feel them rising against the pale Brightening of the morning. Every time, it brings me hope and somewhere firm to Lay my hands.
Hold me here.
In your presence, I can stand Without shaking And absence is silence and the aching of a Winter sky without wings.
"Oh if I was the one You chose to be your only one Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now? Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? Every night it's just the same You leave me lonely, now I know your window and I know it's late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light at the four-way You watch them as the fall" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLtZKkCIVmI