In lack of trust and stacks of records caked dust Nothing gold will ever stay Long after Eden’s winters and bitter, beating hearts, the cold may still remain I met an angel at a rest stop maybe three days before you’d die he told me nothing I could do will save you now, so hold you till it’s time I will fly my heart at half mast when you pass on from my life God I hope that he will love you well I need some peace here in my mind The harder you try to forget, the longer I will stay the knives that cut the deepest are always hidden where we lay The people that we love the fiercest will never say the same the things we hold the dearest always define our pain I met a martyr in the mirror in a bathroom late that night Reflecting back on my mistakes he said I promise we’ll be fine No matter what you do today, they’ll be gone before the light Nothing you do will save them now Lay and hold them till it’s time You’re sacrificing sanity Please remember the divine rules by which you made this bed lay down and I promise we’ll be fine The harder you try to forget, the longer I will stay the knives that cut the deepest are always hidden where we lay The people that we love the fiercest will never say the same the things we hold the dearest always define our pain In lack of trust and stacks of records caked dust Nothing gold will ever stay Long after Spanish summers and bitter, beating hearts, the cold may still remain If given a chance to change the past I wager I might take A trip back to september sun to tear away your hallowed name. The harder you try to forget, the longer I will stay the knives that cut the deepest are always hidden where we lay The people that we love the fiercest will never say the same the things we hold the dearest always define our pain

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams You were stitching up the seams On every broken promise that your body couldn't keep. I think I saw you in my sleep. I thought I heard the door open, oh, no, I thought I heard the door open But I only heard it close. I thought I heard a plane crashing, But now I think it was your passion snapping. I think you saw me confronting my fear, It went up with the bottle and went down with the beer And I think you ought to stay away from here There are ghosts in the walls And they crawl in your head through your ear. I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams You were stitching up the seams On every mangled promise that your body couldn't keep. I think I saw you in my sleep. somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling, scars will remain I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing out your name Your hands still catch the light the right way and Our hearts still beat the same And our hearts still beat the same

Write with conviction make sure they listen End of an era, what do you have to lose? Write for yourself now find forgiveness somehow understand the lies and love the truths I’ve got the sun at my back It shows me what I lack and I can see ahead the moon is full And I’m not dead I understand all the things we couldn’t comprehend could it be? It’s not the end of an era, but the end of me. The end of me Write how you used to Don’t act so abused you, Knew ten flowers meant One hundred thorns If I accept this fame now It means I might drown In her name and manes of lesser lions in their dens at night So I’ll keep the sun at my back It shows me what I lack and I can see ahead the moon is full And I’m not dead I understand all the things we couldn’t comprehend could it be? It’s not the end of an era, but the end of me. The end of me And if I'm being honest I don't know what I'm writing I don't know what I'll find at the end of the road The exes on the calendar My signs of passing days and passing crazed Losing friends to everything At least I know I'll always have the sun at my back It shows me what I lack and I can see ahead the moon is full And I’m not dead I understand all the things we couldn’t comprehend could it be? It’s not the end of an era, but the end of me. The end of me