The Realist

You know I dream in morse code
And I’ve seen my fate in the veins of a marble saint
White and blue
This lonely tightrope is hard enough
Don’t pull me down
Just like they say
Every moth needs a flame
Patterns fit like pixels in my blueprint
And I found hope in the brushstroke of a masterpiece
Hanging in plain view
This lonely tightrope is hard enough
Don’t pull me down
Just like they say
Every moth needs a flame
Every moth
Every moth
Every moth needs a flame