Love is like a ghost,
it cannot be seen but it can be haunting, Often present but easily ignored,
Like a firefly in a jar shoved in the basement, flaunting us as we creak the floors.
Trying and tip toe our way past the green light and buzzy noise, through these homes we only know how to destroy,
Shutting my eyes hoping it all to go away,
But I still see the silhouette burns.
Like the love of a child newly born,
I only know what I see but haven’t felt the world,
Unconditional until one day it all goes away
The keyhole to a gate can keep us out or see us through
Of this cold and sickened wooden home,
You blew me down until my fall,
I daydream of the evening I finally let go,
I take the arrows but I don’t dare let the cuts show.
Push the boundaries between us the mortar will soften,
Keep drawing the line and the ink will run dry,
So you walk it off as I write the motions,
Three walls cannot hold us, emptiness can't lie.
We cut down the trees to write love notes in the cement,
Then paved it over just before it went dry,
For in the end we all know we are as fickle as a Siren,
Yet at the same time we are as silent as a demon’s cry.
In this cold and sickened wooden home,
You blew me down until my fall,
I daydream of the evening I finally let go,
I take the arrows but I don’t dare let the cuts show, I pick up the jar but the glass will not glow.
Let’s not build a new home on solid ground and green grass,
Let’s build it on roaring seas and sail the coasts,
Spread this light like words in a broken printing press,
And lay cement hands on the hearts of all those lost
Spread like shattered glass that once held the fly,
that guide our lighthouses to windward shores,
until the chimney’s smoke collides with the sky,
and the clouds make signals of hope before
We stood in this solid brick home,
Where you blew me down but I stood tall,
I opened my eyes and I finally let go,
I took the arrows but this time I held the bow,
Picked up the glass jar and I watched the room glow.
Love is just a word unless spoken forever,
As everlasting as a hidden scar,
But we all have rolled up our sleeves
so I’ll break down these walls and shout out for all to hear,
That this fire is like faith,
it can’t be believed unless shared with the world.
credits
from We Think We Learn,
released May 1, 2015
Lyrics and vocals by Chad Carlstone
Guitar, bass, and effects by David Rose. Drums by Chad Carlstone
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