If I could bring you gusts of winter stars,
And Christmas lights across a frozen lake,
Then soon to warm and blanket we would go,
And love would be the only thing we’d need.

For though the nights grow long, and heart unsure,
I think, together, we could find some peace,
And build our fire out of simple things,
Like paw prints, and like crayons wrapped in string,

The gentle lights would blink as we’d draw close,
And love would be the only thing we’d need.

We Live By Night

We live by night,
We die by day,
I guess things just
Work out that way,

The lies we tell,
The hearts we break,
The love we lose,
Or find, or make,

It’s all so much
Inquietude,
The ruder taking
From the rude,

The working that
Turns into flight:
To die by day,
But live

For night