- ...So This Is Home
this is our home
these are our lives
these are our hopes
these are our dreams
what do we stand for and how do we stand for it?
what do we live for and how do we live for it?
- Circles Of Latitude
[Francis]
The view from this lonesome window hasn't changed much since you left.
With the crossing of calendar days seeing to every inch of this splendor,
It lingers on, untouched by all but the thinnest strands of borrowed time; beautifully still and endlessly so.
I've been keeping the doors cracked in hopes of seeing you again, if only to watch you pass by from behind the gaze of weathered horizons.
With the turning of battered clock hands comes a summer that never ends, a summer that harbors no regrets and a summer who in her days will make no amends.
As timeless as you are unapologetic, you are the sun that never sets.
When all roads lead to the same place, the drive is always in circles.
- Hindenburg, Notes From The Parade Of Carrion Worms
[Francis and Mia]
When we fall, we all fall together; when we fall, we all fall apart.
Smoke churns in our lungs with the smell of decay as the funeral pyre burns,
crashing onto our knees and clawing up to the sky; crying out for the feeling of shelter.
What I once cared for is now burning to ashes and I bury my face in my hands.
I'll be damned if we live through this.
My dirigible heart in tow until this ends, I'll ruin this whole city when I crash.
Blood by blood and through the hands of a loved one, we all fall apart.
- Object Permanence
let's go to sleep for the better half of the year, i think we deserve it more than anyone. days overlap and nights bleed together, taking suns and sunsets, swallowing them whole. fate took our sky and our clouds but we'll fall asleep knowing we won this battle with circumstance with our scent in the air and our song in the background. my history is an open book, and your tongue is an uncapped marker. black out the old pages, rewrite them brand new. black the old pages out, draw us where they used to be.