I've watered it down
To be easier to take
I've tried to fit myself
Into your margins
I am the gray
In your black and white pages
Enumerated colors
Golden hour, baby
Holding the tide in the moon
I am the ember
Alight in the ashes
Cold snap in the summer
Heather in the thistle
Perennial in winter
Far too long spent on concern
For the sorry sake of comfort
Gotta keep the camera rolling
For who am I reserving
Through your gaslight
Is a projection screen
Superimposed on me
A lie of dichotomy
Form my dawn and dusk
I am the light
Coming through your window
Dream that you remembered
Feel the morning dew seep
In your shoes
Breathing, no more buried
Breathing no more, buried
Breathing, no more buried
Breathing no more, buried
I am the light
Coming through your window
Dream that you remembered
Feel the morning dew seep
In your shoes