i was burning through a life on fire and when you breath you feed the flame only ashes will remain on a park bench in a city sat a faceless winter coat told me blood is water you'll deny me later hanging chinese lantern riddles from your trees when you have no answers careful that you dont wake up keep dreaming of me knowing you'll never understand
on rye beside of the river lights in fields of barley dried and pour a world of drinks for the sky in the ivory heat of morning through the mercy of the sun you were searching for me worship stone on hillsides saw the shape in the clothesline that could not be wind there is something watching and i heard them whisper curse their words upon me as it left or chose to stay
as a child i saw the glory of every tower raised in stone built for soul and not for gold to conceal the dark from sunlight you can never build too high and i never solved it it was lost in the ether and i know you've seen my candle in the night i will come to call you and ill cull if the the blood helps if and when you escape and try to run from me