We build your houses
With our proud bricks
As museums
This is how they live
And we take pictures for the field trip

We return home
Close our eyes
And tell our selves
We are aware of the worlds problems

In the dark
You only have your soul.

It doesnt matter who I want to be
I dont want to be me.

I am between you
And my passions
I buried them a long time ago
In the backyard of our home

Its getting harder to keep my feet grounded
I might float up and away

Who are we
But
Grains of eroded rock
Sand
On an even larger rock

No buildings
Out of bone
Though

Here we are
Trying to love each other
The way the people in the
Picture inserts
Looked like
They loved each other

When would we admit it to ourselves
When will you let me be free?

Have you ever
Laid in bed next to
someone you love

And prayed for
Your true love to
Fall out of the sky