Garrett:
It starts with a spark, a flicker, a flash,
and quickly erupts into
flames.
I wish we could have been together to see how bright the sky would become.
Then you could feel my joy as I watch the light pour from your eyes.
I will meet you in the field. I will face you in the field.
Lonely, distraught, locked deep in thought.
Why would we hide so much of ourselves?
Searching for life in the back of our minds.
I hope we don't find traces of our lies to remind us of how important it was.
Searching for life in the back of our minds
Jim:
Shield your eyes
Can’t move forward
All your life
Held your breath through your sighs
I could see your house burn
Brightly
It helped to light my way home
I’m sorry
My God the sun’s become
The taker
Moon become my reaper
Destroy all
I will meet you in the field
I will face you in the field
Feed the cutter
Fields of clutter
My sight is busted
Maladjusted
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