it's not so much a storm
but just a cloud that lives inside of me
he doesn't disturb so easily these days
but when he wakes he goes the distance. 
in a marathon it takes too long 
open containers that sing songs 
you'll never dream again 
but you can pray

i guess we only settle in to what we know
i guess we always settle in, we know.
but there is comfort in a world 
where darkness is the only thing we see
and cold is all we have to breathe
where expectations keep us company 
with the light we take to the outside 
will it die? i somehow hide of out control. 
(we lost control). 

it's not about the sky 
or the clouds that walk all over me
they don't give up too easily these days 
but when they break they go to pieces. 
for a pond blood here in north set barns 
under a sky that knows no stars 
you'll never shine again 
but you will stay.