Can't Trust the News
too many years
in the wind disappeared
and you can't go back
but you rescued your heart
from the cinders and wreckage
of one bloody final crash
oh, you knew there was something
a bright little beacon
a kink in the dark
now you walk with intention
a smile and a sword in your arms
trust your eyes
they will follow the light
it's a new tragic story
trust your heart
it will swallow the dark
it's a mecca of heartache and doom
you can't trust the news
the dark midnight runway's
as still as the lake of your younger years
when the sunshine was brighter
the laughing was lighter
you never gave in to your fear
oh, you could call it a waste
a disaster, a chase for the ghost of love
but you spat out the skin and the seeds
and the dirt on your tongue