the swollen dreams of each shape and size
i pictured them adorned in black and white
but they bend themselves now instead of bloom

and spend each night howling at the moon
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix

(patterns don't predict)

four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep

untied apart so that our eyes won't meet
i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground

it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
(patterns don't predict)


i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(you don't speak too loud)

deaf to all, no time of day
i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(or i don't hear too well)

deaf to all, no time of day

we're ten people at once

with ten places to be
just a crisis of youth
just a crisis of youth


four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep
untied apart so that our eyes won't meet

i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness

it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix

i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt

i move the air in and out, in and out
i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt
i move the air in and out, in and out


but this sadness will not consume me
i won't let it, i won't let it


these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget

i'm old but now we're young
make the best of it, make the best of it
suspended like a moon above, hanging there

that takes it's time coming down
these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget