Night sky, passer by,How do we see the stars through the lights of this town
With the scars of our hearts and marks of our skin?
Can u see me through the wind coming from the changing day,
Sun setting on my mind.
Moon rising on our night,Can you see us running away through the city lights and up to, into, the scar stars that would illuminate my fear, bringing you to tears, and have all of this socialism enamored my dear.
Can you imagine pushing the limit,Opening the box to a future more than your past, but less than a life under a fall cedar tree, something more than you, something more than me.
A cedar tree frozen still, shaken through its roots by the quake of our desire, burning cedar smoldering in our fire. Ice to water, then to fog, back over the scar stars and through the city lights.
The fog is heavy, it removes all shadow, and as it lifts...only us left in love, left without, and right about everything.