In the glow
When the air gets cold
Silver lights pass
Shapeless and black
And when the fire goes out
Every tiny sound
Travels in peace
so light on their feet
so if the light goes out
will you meet me down
under a sky
thats both day and night
on the banks above the endless ember lake
we made taking the stage
from the fire of the day
up on the bench where everything blends in to one distant shape
far from my name
so in the busy streets
grow the thickest weeds
they all get
with secrets to keep
so if the light goes out
will you find me out
there in the hills
simple and still
on the banks above the endless ember lake
we've made, taking the stage
from the fire of the day
up on the bench, every ritual blends in to one honest play
only to be