A Celebration

Hold, hold, hold until the summer
When the walls are gold, and the halls are clear
(can you see the sunrise?)
It makes me cry, because it looks so fine
(could you love such violence?)
It hurts my eyes, but it breaks the silence
Go, go, go into the summer
When the walls are gold and the halls are clear
(can you feel a heartbeat?)
It makes me cry, because it feels so fine
(could you be so helpless?)
I’ll trade my heart for someone else’s
Mornings, I can’t barely stand
The weight of meaning slows my breathing
Water’s water, land is land
But neither’s either by the evening