A Skeleton Of Something More

In the darkest of nights,
 The city of lights
 Will pour unto us.
 Creeping inside
 Through our sleepy eyes,
 Contagiously bright
 Like sunlight and rain
 Flooding through the veins
 Of wilted vines.
 But love travels like a rumor here,
 Losing form with every ear,
 A skeleton of something more.
 But waking seems an awful dream.
 We'll be waiting for the night,
 Waiting for the night
 To come and rescue us,
 Feet off the ground.
 Beaides, we're living in this house of cards
 That pulls and pushes with the air.
 Fearing a feather to the earth
 Could destroy it and us,
 Inside unaware!
 All we want is something more
 To dream about and to adore.
 All we need is a little place
 To close our eyes, to end this chase.
 The living are moving,
 Gracefully
 And painfully rushing ahead,
 While unraveling the most essential thread
 Of the fabric that covers us.
 We'll be waiting for the night,
 Waiting for the night
 To always come and rescue us,
 Feet off the ground,
 Our hearts become magnetized.
 The warmth of the sun
 Is melting the snowflakes
 Before they hit the ground