Following Days
Ben Barnett / Hutch Harris
Let the following days always remind us of the presence we
face constantly dazed, let
the following nights
uniformly teach and conform,
bless and keep us warm until
we're finally safe and
together. Oh how repressed
are our exchanges, I see your
hands full, I watch you grow
old, how many smiles have you
been faking, from what I'm
told you'd like to see a
coffin fold, there is no
sympathy, so these are
useless love letters. The house is filled with smoke
and light, hallowed wings and
blacked out eyes, the scene
goes frame by frame. Until we
finally focus on the few
details we have left but
failed to use we will
remember what we choose, let
the following days always remind us of the presence we
face constantly dazed.