So look,

I don't want to elongate the moments that should stand by themselves

Or take issue with things that are reality

But the thing is I know we stand against space,

I looked at the sky too long once when I was young and saw the stars

And think we could be there.

So, look,

You can't ask of me what I can't give because the truth is,

I'd give what I have for you, however small that is,

But the thing is, the war ended where I began

And I've never given up fighting it. And that's where

We can start to fight:

Because, look,

The sun hits hot for a few seconds every day against cement

And melts the snow that otherwise would linger

And that's how it is for me.
But the thing is, believe me, the way the concrete hits my eyes

Is against my face, the solid grey of those things is only illuminated

By the fact I can lose myself in your sparkle.