Some Lost Words

Like static from a makeshift radio, we cover it up with noise.
These cold ideas are breaking me up.
It took this long with my wrists held out to hear the sounds
Of bottles breaking, Hearts faking, making the rounds to keep me from shattering
Into a million pieces.
In the winter air I find myself walking the streets
And scripting reasons in the snow, why I came.
My spirit heated to the point of intoxication
Of the coming day while watching the Landscape shift as is moves in waves.

Lets be the first ones to the top and I'll race you down.
Show me where to hide my dreams amongst the trees and repeated themes
Of white and green.
I'll make it home again soon enough so there's no rush.
Let me stay here for now.
Shall I be consumed with ideals like thoughts
Of winter flings and Hearts of Gold
Among the nameless faces.
Close my eyes and look up to kiss the frozen skies.
I've waited too long for this...