in times of sunshine and quiet I think
there are certain truths we come to learn
there are hammers and gears and plenty of unspoken reality
a cadence down a windowpane
it's no secret that there's too much right now and little of it good.
you have no room for sadness and mine is figuring out how not to call
i've been stockpiling letters and words.
and song lyrics scream, "you give me miles and miles of mountains and
i asked for the sea"