Skyline

Cityscape skeletons

Taking shape and growing skin

Layer and layer is peeled away

Exhausted

From the repetition of always needing to rebuild

Worn down faces in colorful barren places

City lights and skylines

Guiding home our wandering minds

Tucking us into tortoise shells

Suppressing the outside sounds of relentless consciousness

Where is contemplative terrain that sleeps with the setting sun?

This nocturnal apathy

Binging on shadow and smoke

It's endlessly coming undone

When the ground falls out who will take my hands?

When things fall apart, who will take my hand?

I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man

You never knew how much I meant it in love

Every night I'm beside you weeks away when you're sleeping alone

Did you ever know how much I meant it?

Millions of tiny pieces looking in on themselves

Reflected in the water

Unaware of each other

Every piece could find its place back in the puzzle

What was one is shattered into many and longs to be whole again

But nothing ever fits quite the same in the end

I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man

You never know how much I meant it in love

I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man

Every night I'm besides you weeks away when you're sleeping alone

Did you ever know how much I meant it?

When the ground falls out who will take my hand?

When things fall apart who will take my hand?