grasping at a gathering dusk

Friday. It's a good day to be a Friday. Today, i'm gonna set myself on "MED" and just see how everything turns out. Thats medium by the way. Probably nothing will get done. Oh well, let's see. At least i'm playing tonight.



theres a world outside us right now screaming in tribute but merely managing a serene snowfall. that's seen our kind before, but all it can do is fall.
and what love does to us is everything thats drowned in us

not until it stops snowing let the last minute of this time we have
last until you let me go stumbling with
so much reckless grace

the time thats passed has made me stretch the meaning of words but the intention remains. silence is redefined but remains the greatest of glorious obstacles but
one i still know you within and what love does to us is everything that we've been left to die with.

not until it stops snowing let the last minute of this time we have
last until you let me go not until it stops snowing.

coda:
i'd still like to think in the frozen air of the highway
that my arms were reaching out to you. but theyre cold fingers
shot into the night whispering a hushed exhaust of prayer
that my own hands wrought while still they lied motionless.