(for leaving)

walk with me, talk with me, fly with me, cry with me...

I've been filling my pockets with nothing but moths and when I reach deep on down, surprise, all I've found is the dust of a dream filled with nothing but steam...

and then...this dove...she swooped in and stole me and I didn’t know me as well as her eyes did

I keep tumbling forward as this goal I move toward remains undefined but I laugh and I cry and each moment I try not to stop or give up...not to use up my luck...