scrape the sky

standing underneath your moonlit shadows
beyond your reach a joke of starlight
nonexistent to any people you call home
the words, their lipless tongueless masses
jumbled in the windows channel with
the empty song of tonight

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different. to me.

a guardian without the strains of heaven
you won't come knocking at my door
if i'm not around tomorrow, the streets took me home
judging by the date and time, you're feeling so left out
do you care who i am?
my dear, do you know yourself?

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different.

the rain washes away your faces
brightly colored faces without a source
to realize their is nothing to assume
about the menacing stature your hold beneath you head
maybe when your dead i won't feel safe to be myself
unless you scrape away the sky.

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
darling scrape away the sky.

Where the sun is the rain.

Another season brushes away it's weary leaves
to lay a blanket, weaved from frozen white
and I still can't blink my weary eyes
until you take the intrigue from the sky.
I stand here alone, times by choice, times by fault;
watch the cars who employ to captivate: spring to summer, summer to fall.
I stand unchanging to face the inevitable winds
that blew the birds from the sight of it all.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there.

The weeks and the months through a cadence of rush
seemed determined to patch the holes in the sky,
The words splash on the ground, puddles of loss
like paint on a canvas takes the tear from ones eye.
I wish i had words like the breath that you stole
to show you the uncertainty, concern, and your heart.
The inexorable doubt is the best to explain;
All artist will lie about the brilliance of art.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there.

There's always a catch, a bit of a somber twist
i've held back for longer but i cannot resist.
It's real for me, no longer the id
for your freudian guidance that doesn't exist.
I am you, and you are me...
but if this us came together there's no stone to set.
We'd wage war in our hearts and set fire to the present
if only this remained this, but right became left.

It's tragic and it's true to watch the stars that remain
like I, a restless minstrel, who wishes he could change.
There's a place where i can be, where the sun is the rain,
and i want to live there... no more.

Ghost Knots

you don't seem to write me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to lay down your road map
and help me find home
your arms they cannot hold me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to be my bright red jacket
and help me find warmth

so what am i without you
standing all alone
your eyes have been closed
i wonder if you've grown

you don't seem to kiss me anymore
you never knew how much that meant
to be my perfect angel
a promise left unkept
you won't have a chance to tell me anymore
to tell me what it meant
but i know if you could find me now
you'd help me get back home.

so what am i without you
standing all alone
your eyes have been closed so long
that i wonder if you've grown
i know you're watching over
i don't know where, i don't know why
but i can feel you making home
a ghostly finger knots with mine