Overflows

Everything the dead don't know

Piles up like magazines and overflows

And everything that you won't see

Just swirls around

Comes down and buries me

Do you like this place?

Do you like this sound?

Do you like this taste?

Oh yeah, you're not around

But you are still the window we are

Looking out

A prism and a lens and a flood and a drought

Standing on the corner in the falling snow

Posing for a picture in a smile that says

Let's go

Don't let go

Let go

Standing on the corner in the falling snow

Arms around each other and a look that says

Let's go

Don't let go

Let go

Let's go

Don't let go

Let go