Streets, these visions
An origami city folding in
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings
Lifting street stones from their beds
To build these homes from memory
As we’re tangled in our sleep
We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient
Cracked and weathered and filled with regret
Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep
The realization sinks in through the skin like a disease
A blight inside of me
Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers
What was familiar becomes unfamiliar
Give me an anchor, a lifeline to hold
Bring me back to something I know for sure
Locked away, a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets
Deeper than daylight dares, daylight dares to seek
Come out, emerge!
Hands to our eyes, overexposed for all we are
Oh for all we are
Lay me down in a den of dreamers
Put me to rest on a bed of sleepers
Doubt is a plague
We’ll never be safe here again
When all their eyes are tied to me
Just carry the conversation please
We were young, sandcastle kings building empires, cities, and homes
Architects tangled up, we’re tangled up in our sleep
Wake up, wake up, wake up