We search for life
Along miles and miles of desolation.
Sorting through kites of blind action
As we sleep in the attic amongst the stars
We point at ourselves
We question our love of our lives
My still frowning smile
My ethers tragic
We spread our map of time
Like butter upon bread
Dusting off the past
We nestle in our beds
As we lull our past
We kiss our velver future, stroke our infant
Caressing her yawn, our little fawn
From dusk till dawn
Hiding in our twilight, so bright
Slumbering away our lives, we dilly dally through
Dancing in the soot, sleeping with the stars
Stuck inside a lullaby