Snowlights

When we were young We never knew How far the night sky went into the air And how it turned to blue again All I wanted was to be Good enough for you to see me there Looking down from up above All I wanted was to not Be the one the one to be forgotten

I Hate This Place - The Calligrapher and The Architect I'll make you home That flows like your words Onto the parchment Align all the rooms So that they have the best view Into the sunset I'm building a world From your brushstrokes The fine lines tha

I'll be one of you in the darkness White noise shows me your silhouette clear I trace your outline across the snowfall Moving slow under the blankets of ice here in my room Where your posters cover white walls Your images flash bright still flicker w

These pieces don't fit But I don't mind the mystery A path so nonsensically leads Let's follow see what comes of it You walked me home Underneath the boulevard of linden trees Rain brought the falling leaves down The passerbys they scattered and left