From the balcony, shooting stars could've lined up at our feet
And we cannot speak
It occurs to me
You and I don't say what we feel these days
Where the wreck had been, yellow tape from the sidewwalk in
Siren lights commemorate
How you feared you'd dissiapte
I can't say what I feel these days
I could see your face, features dull and growing ever-gray
Lungs collapse between years of fear and a ribcage fragile
It was God Who had created death so warm
From the firing squad do you really think he could
Figure that from scratch