If you fall asleep with me, you can dream and drowse, the minutes turn to hours....

Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he come to save? Did he come at all? And if I dried his feet, with my dirty hair, would he make me clean again? They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come, when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.
Now men with purple hearts carry silver guns. And they will kill a man for what his father has done. But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit. I'm not him.
So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. And I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to.
And now I don't know why but I still try to smile when they talk to me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that.
And now I've read some books and I have grown quite brave. If I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth.
So I will just sing my songs and I'll pass a hat. Then I'll leave your town and I'll never look back. No, I don't look back because the road is clear and laid out ahead of me.
I'll get home and meet my friends at our favourite bar. We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts. And we'll share a drink. Yeah, we'll share our fears and they will know how I love them. They will know how I love. They will know how I love them.
I'm nothing without their love.
I don't know when but a day is gonna come, when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will all go black. It will all go back to the way it is supposed to be.
Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he die for us? Did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, which one of us would be the foolish one?




The music peaked in the top of my skull, and shot downwards, flooding my legs and turning them to roots. Pictures and faces from the summer came pulsing back, seizing my heart into momentary reminiscence. The lake, the cold, the water, the alcohol. We were young. We were so young.
"We'll build a whole new world. Start from the sky down." Remember that? Your eyes shot right through me, to the darkest parts of my mind. It's strange how we take our place in time, our births are scattered, we're all seperated by years of experience. I never got to ask you how you knew. How did you love me through all of that? What was it that you saw when your eyes dissected me?
So young.
Where did you go?

I've been sleeping longer. But my dreams are fast and frightening. I often awake with a sick stomach, like the feeling that the world is going to end. I just blink it away and start my day like any other. As long as I'm awake, I'm in reality......right?






"You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there is just one map you'll need. You're a boomerang. You'll see. You will return to me."
-Bright Eyes