flinching shoulder blades.

Embers growing as the fire burns just a little lower

hang on for dear life, and watch out for falling sky

The rest of the best have all gone home now

and you are stuck with me.

Flinching shoulder blades and long sighs

fill the car ride with so much tension that

we may steer straight into disaster

but the angels have our backs tonight.

 

You with me is beautiful chaos

we wrap ourselves in disbelief and fall into ourselves

hand in hand we shall greet the moonlight

and dance like there is no tomorrow.