i go out to walk at night i’ve never been afraid of seeing ghosts of future lives i never have betrayed it’s not like painting pictures of stories you have read
it’s a lot like chasing horses it’s a lot like holding hands it’s a lot like recognition for a face you had not planned to appear
you go out to walk at night in a place that’s in your dreams burning candles guide your sight a strength beneath the beams it’s not like you have wanted for anything but love
it’s a lot like glowing torches it’s a lot like stinging sands it’s a lot like premonitions of a holy distant land to appear
stand still for now you can always tell a loved one who has never loved at all and now a story’s ended i crawl
i can never walk at night i always hear the sounds of little children laughing like they’ve figured living out