in the darkest of nights the city of lights will pour unto us creeping inside through our sleepy eyes contagiously bright like sunlight and rain flooding through the veins of wilted vines but love travels like a rumor here losing form with every ear a skeleton of something more but waking seems an awful dream we ll be waiting for the night waiting for the night to come and rescue us feet off the ground besides we re living in this house of cards that pulls and pushes with the air fearing a feather to the earth could destroy it and us inside unaware all we want is something more to dream about and to adore all we need is a little place to close our eyes to end this chase the living are moving gracefully and painfully rushing ahead while unraveling the most essential thread of the fabric that covers us we ll be waiting for the night waiting for the night to always come and rescue us feet off the ground our hearts become magnetized the warmth of the sun is melting the snowflakes before they hit the ground3