Build wane
Up in the clouds
Near where the rain
Turns to snow
In the waning hours
Of letting go
Up in the lit stars
Among the wires
It looks the same
As when the build falls flat
And the feelings wane
Build wane
Up in the clouds
Near where the rain
Turns to snow
In the waning hours
Of letting go
Up in the lit stars
Among the wires
It looks the same
As when the build falls flat
And the feelings wane
