falling back

flames burn to pursue
and i just couldn’t tell you
why there are three separate pieces
some that want to fly, some that want to be lost,
some that want to get lost together
when the sunshine floods in
when another autumn day
slips in and slips out

i was a child without it
but that man who played the fiddle
lived and died without ever once possessing it
freedom

i want to follow you to those shores
when the moon is there
when it’s my choice
to tell you the truth
and hear only those pieces which you say
whether in the highest or lowest extreme
and pick between the prison and the rose
and allude to everything
that has ever brought a tear
i just need it all
when we’ve all been too lucky for too long
and i love it too much

he won’t ever forget you
if he knows for certain and forever
that you don’t want him to
and you keep the old slang
and let the blood come from your heart
if the burning keeps you warm
even if it’s not as good as something
because it’s better than nothing