I'll ask you first and get no reply.
You hold your hand over your mouth.
And take two steps back inside.
Where do we go when we die?
We're leaving for good.
Camping on the skyline.
Playing hard to get around fires.
And holding onto right now.
Can we sleep? Can we breathe?
Can we sit under trees?
Can we never leave?
Is it more than just you or me?
I've lost everything.
And you've found nothing.
Throw it all away.
And we'll pick it back up again.
Cities heal but shapes change.
Falling sideways into our arms.
Waking up in our best dressed *******.
When in rome we hold our heads down.
Dancing tears into new days.
Settle down and go home.
Our joy floats like a sinking stone.
Rocks thrown against the horizon alone.
We're still, like water and time.
Cold from this winter-time wind.
Dead in essence, shy in mind
On our way back we put setbacks behind.
We're home now.