Road.

Winding and weaving down my lamplit street at night

The moon swinging back and forth from a string in the sky

Crossing over rooftops until it passes out of sight

Glowing with dying dawn like an autumn leaf saying goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight

If I just followed this road, it would lead to where you are;

Skin.

A smile in the headlights

And eyes that tear a heart 

We are driving away in the dark.

Tears falling into my hair

Because the world's upside down;

The sun is blinding

And it brings the dust to life

We are broken and singing to the sky

Bruised knees

Sensing a string between us now;

It's so deep. It's so far.

It's so wide and it's so high

I couldn't reach it if I tried

This place where I live to die

Every day

A river of blood

A window to stars

A whisper here

And there you are

You held me as I felt the world turning and I wept;

Annual.

"You would not believe how much food we have," she says, gliding through the kitchen. "Everyone wants to feed us."

The countertops are bursting with foil tins, yet to me, they still seem empty.

"I've tasted five kinds of spaghetti. This one's the best." She offers me a plate.

"No, thanks," I say, backing away. "I think I'd rather starve."

Moiety.

Of course, someday she knew she would reach her dreams
But it was the being young and the holding onto them
With all she had in her soul
To say she had these dreams
A distant horizon of hope -

Faith shimmers in the sky
As we dance round and round
Losing sight of the clouds
We are here and we are now

Set our heart strings on fire
We are racing to nowhere
Burning with impossible love
As the earth trembles beneath us

Reaching out for a dream
Grabbing hold and so tightly
The moiety of the world
Our souls ignite as we fight the cold

And singing in the distance
We're broken people
We're broken people