WAITING.                                      

Porcelain Setting a blue tile, figure in ceramics, where we reach out, trapped in porcelain, but its still to fragile to hold, and it shatters in our hands, and in time the seasons will steal these shards, and in time slits that enter hold your wrists, that is the answer to calculations of motions that arent the same, secret indifferent, of missing upper barith, a message for us…

When people die, they take a piece of us with them, and our hosts and clout are minutes passing, we set this is line, to several times, the skyline unfolds into explaination and sometimes words give up and silently walk off the edge of the pitch and here, the cried open fronts reveal the wait inside the crack in the porcelain, THE CRACK IN THE PORCELAIN!

The silent line, a sky lit, I show, (she'll get something)

When people die, they take a piece of us with them, and our hosts and clout are minutes passing, we set this is line, to several times, the skyline unfolds into explaination (DIE, DIE DIAL)

Try and there, Try and there, Try and there.

This Side Of Brightness I said “Did I?”, “Stich all these dead end streets, into the worn up seems of my heartstrings unwind (unwound) unwind like a petal pulled from an open flower, surrond by fields where children dont make a sound but they get up, and that says it all, i hope that we will make it through, the heartbreak that comes, we're just vivid through our day, all the good times that passed, all the friends we leave in a lifetime, our way.

Held in this life, seems so lost, in this of brightness, we dont know where to break it up, this searching for, were never find, and that says it all, i hope that we make it through.. this night!