Our Fair City and It’s Field Of Vision

Lyrics

In the beginning , there is something made of everything you do All the breath inside your lungs don't go away Every teenage notebook poem, every bus stop in the snow Every role in every high school play And I imagined our fair city floating just above the ocean Shaking out all its solicitors and thieves Like a trembling broken beast wanting just to be released From its own history, from its own gravity And when we met, we were both spinning But in control of our circumstances And our love would knock the leaves off of the tress I told you "Life would be alright" And you said "you can stay the night" But love walks you home, it doesn't make you free And I swear I saw something floating Just above my field of vision Like a thousand shooting stars inside my eyes I drew them close and gave them names These persistent little flames Until one day I had to ask and so I said "Can you hear me?" ("Yes we hear you...") "Yes, we hear your mewlish braying And all the foolish things you're saying As you're pretending every day you're not alone All your slight exaggerations, all your heartfelt meditations Every dour, dull dictation you have shown And we imagine your existence like a cloud above an ocean Or a room that no one lives in anymore A reflection of a time spent waiting 'til you were alive Or a picture left behind, taped to the door"