The Sound of Us

Dead stars in jewelry boxes spill as we rush past them, lain to waste

We can't have everything we want, some things will have to stay

There is no beauty in the fire but there is beauty in the way your eyes locked willingly with death and death turned trembling away

Like ice on passing comets we move coldly, soundless, through it all but in the wordless space between us there is something like a song

Each note exists within the silence, our hearts were moving it along