Belle is burned and cut by glass, I'm buying bandages and flowers
and in a dream of open arms, I am drifting through these hours
Belle is on a road, I'm in a cage, the winter sees itself in lights
if these are elements of mercy, the snow is grateful for the night
 
and awake in your smile, I am terrified and whole
alive in your eyes, I am frailty and control
and across all divides, with my wings in your eyes
'til the morning breaks open in its perfect disguise
 
 
Belle is burned and cut by glass, I'm an archivist of fears
tracing lists of disincentives over promises of years
Belle is in sunlight, I am in awe, this air between us charged by bliss
we've waited long enough to know we've waited long enough for this
 
and awake in your smile, I am paralyzed and warm
alive in your eyes, I am lost and always home
and across all divides, with my wings against your skin
'til a morning surrenders, and I see you again
 
 
you are burned and cut by glass, I am pacing through these floors
and I am dreaming of our ocean, and you are photographing doors
I'm watching dials, you're in a car, not even roads can take you far
I'm on a plane, you're counting miles, I'm breathing everywhere you are
 
and awake in my smile, you are never alone
alive in my eyes, you are never alone
and across all divides, with your wings lit like stars
we are falling towards forever, and these moments are ours

[For Bethany Ericson, who makes me wish I was better at this.]