And so it goes.... my heart broke.  And there's a hole so wide in my chest it's like, it's like you were cut right out of me.  It's like you were pulled from under my ribs.
I dreamt the fells were sleeping through the centuries, they opened up their eyes, pulled planes out of skies, and crushed this house like a leaf, under their feet.
Now every room is changing, the house is a tomb.  And all the plants you kept are dying in their skins for you, and the ink bleeds through our names in the books that you left here.
I dreamt the fells were sleeping through the century.  They opened up their eyes and pulled planes out of skies.  They crushed this house like a leaf under their feet.
You see, kid, my heart will always be anchored in your sky.
I wish yours was in mine.....

getoutofcities

Anchors

In all those dreams that haunt your sleep, regrets walk like ghosts through the walls of all your memories.  
And they play like films stuck on repeat, projecting on the backs of your eyelids as you twist in your sheets.
Well I wrote the past in breath on glass and it disappeared.  
All those planets spun in orbits we wouldn't ever see,.
Pulling waves around our feet, the dogs chased birds that they'd never reach,
The spray stuck your hair to your cheek.  God I miss you. Are you thinking of me?

Now I just don't know what to say, but won't you leave me a light on?  And come back to the place that you were born.

TheWavesAroundOurFeet

When you said to me that you just fall asleep when you get home, and wake up in your clothes with static climbing the walls. No curtains drawn...
My mind stretched back across the days and the months since you went away, over every empty diary page.
Through all of the exhaust fumes and condensation I could still see your face as your bus swept you away...
Well here we go again,  the paths of our histories have left the same marks on our skin.  That town where you stayed, I guess it ended up home (where the streets are packed tight, and the power plants glow under wide western skies)
When you said to me that all of the secrets you keep were hurting you, my mind stretched back across the decades, the century til we last spoke, and that girl caught in frame with the same eyes, the same name...
Well here we go again,  the paths of our histories have left the same marks on our skin.  That town where you stayed, I guess it ended up home (where the streets are packed tight, and the power plants glow under wide western skies). I guess it ended up home (beyond those mountains and lakes where the thick grey sea slops itself on the shale)

Bloodlines

Set these fields on fire and burn our names into the night sky, because I don't care for all our future stretched before our eyes.  We're as temporary as the bruises underneath our skin, and everything we're saying won't ever be heard again.
Now these are the sad songs, that fill up my life, and no one listens to a word but it's alright.  Because these are the sad songs that document our lives, and the past is an ocean so vast you just can't describe...
Well last night I dreamt you'd died, I haven't been so scared in all of my life.  And in our room I checked your every breath until the night was through.  We are as temporary as the bruises underneath our skin, and everything we're saying won't ever be heard again.
Now these are the sad songs that fill up my life.  No one listens to a word but it's alright.
And these are the sad songs that document our lives and the past is an ocean so fast you just can't describe.

Little Fires