25 Years (Lyrics)

The low-hung harvest moon paints a scarlet on my windowsill The morning star in pale blue always seems to disappear I'm tongue-tied and trivial when seeking the truth I'm a small flame, but I will still wait The filaments are burnt up in their glassy bulb's volcanic black The darkness ages, livid, lost in aspect to the sun At daybreak the sunlight emblazons the truth We are ruthless when we are restless 25 years I've been lost in rumination Of friction and fear and old regrets that keep me straying And I will run if I alter nothing but my angle to the sun I will run and forever let the darkness be the memory Of the hollow places I've been fleeing from The last good things worth keeping melt away But I will find my place In the fray of their absence And I won't spend another breath on sighing This fog into the cold Tell the sun I'll be waiting For the winter to recant it's invitation to the comfort of the graveyard Darling I'm doing alright