Watching The Stars Snuffed Out

Our paths are dark, anchored to a porch watching the stars snuffed out. Asking simply, what's it all about? Holding hands is what saves me from going insane Going out like the sun or drowning in the sea. While all the ravens we thought were figments, Visitations of hell rose from the corn And said live just for another day Nothing is as bleak as you melancholy believe. As you melancholy thinks or believes. So I'm holding your hand in dreams Looking at you And no longer thinking of crows on tombstones So I'm trading all my noughts and zeros Til the stronghold at my bank can't hold another gold nugget or cloud oh, and darling, I feel saved for a short while. Looking at you ever after in details new.