From The Plains

Celestial Season

You're a memory that makes us free

a sunshine melody to believe in

you make me breathe in

whenever I'm na‹ve

tomorrow I could meet

the angels in the serenade you sang

when the night became a fortune to you

a different frame of view

a light to see me through the year

a siren fills the deserted streets

the silence of your sudden leave

I'm hopeful, you made me hopeful

and what is left behind

tomorrow we might find

the answers lay in riverbeds and dust

the beautiful chaos in the head

no, beauty is not dead

we looked the other way

a cold wind blew on this day

(bye bye, my dear)

we should know we're running out of time

we should know we're humming different tunes

open up, surrender to the plot

beautiful, show them all you have got