in august

(the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the glass of our eyes

making things so hard to see

wipe the pain away

and then you see that the sun does shine

as you walk you notice you don't walk alone

this army is full of people

people who've lost the will to live

can you help us now)

we have been watching the clocks collapse. a bridge that folds together and no longer lasts. with opened eyes i'll no longer see. never forgot how things used to be. pouring down a sky of insecurity. a dream of destination and the thoughts of being free. hopeless dreams in a dying day i never felt i would return in grey. wind back those times

when our children learned to smile. i can't wait no longer. i cannot hold my breath for any longer. when will this ever fucking end?

i'm just a silent man on his way to neverland. never thought i would mean so much

so much without a simple touch. to me you are still weak or is it me who is trained not to breathe. trained to carry you

carry you away on these ships. (the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the glass of our eyes

making things so hard to see

wipe the pain away

can you help us now?)

this will never be the same again. pictures that never seemed to end.