Stained In Satin

it's not so much a storm

but just a cloud that lives inside of me

he doesn't disturb so easily these days

but when he wakes he goes the distance.

in a marathon it takes too long

open containers that sing songs

you'll never dream again

but you can pray

i guess we only settle in to what we know

i guess we always settle in, we know.

but there is comfort in a world

where darkness is the only thing we see

and cold is all we have to breathe

where expectations keep us company

with the light we take to the outside

will it die? i somehow hide of out control.

(we lost control).

it's not about the sky

or the clouds that walk all over me

they don't give up too easily these days

but when they break they go to pieces.

for a pond blood here in north set barns

under a sky that knows no stars

you'll never shine again

but you will stay.