lemon flavored winters

the ghost maker
lies in you saddest happy thought
and in the back beat of all the cogs falling apart
there is a song
like a tortured angels plaintive cry
the beauty will leave you bleeding

and the sky just seems to feel
everything I do
as it lets itself fall out
and plays with dynamic lighting affects
for the sake of poise
I take advantage and look to you

hide your scar records
and star charted eyes
there is nowhere that's home tonight
but any hole you decide to settle on
and I know a decent sized one in my chest
if you would be so kind to climb in

and if history has any say
this will be the end of us
but i am counting on faith
and strange as it may be
hope