when we tip our hats and walk away will you remember what i said that day after the months pass and we return will it matter that we didn't learn of life and love and what lies in between because the shining gold has lost its gleam
dark grey curtains match the skyline on this night through clear glass i see the streetlights burning bright above darkened wood the air flows up to shining stars and i can't help but notice as the tears stream from your eyes
give me wings and i will fly give me tears and i will cry give me pain and i will wallow give me pills and i will swallow so keep me cured for the sake of my heart but keep me crying for the sake of my art because i have hopes and i have dreams and they all rely on this disease