Cold Nights and Blank Pages

Cold nights and blank pages
I came a long way with strangers
but I guess we're all in it
for the long haul now
together

Loves lost
in listless and uninspired lives
wrapped up in our own beings
are we freeing ourselves?
or fleeing ourselves?
forgive me

this wild dog
with wet paws
and eyes crusted over with
flour and tears
I can't focus
and yeah, I've a few beers
but in my 23 years
I have never been privvy
to a secret like this
but what is it?

what could I be holding
slack-jawed and unknowing
just given one glimpse at old glories
gone wrong
carried out in the streets
and burning like ancient Colours
in the tear-gas afternoon

Cold nights and blank pages
I came a long way with strangers
but I guess we're all in it
for the long haul now
together

Furnace

How fast in this place
our glittering artifacts
are borne out for
all to see
the skins disguise the soul
but for us there will be
no costumes
here we are glorious naked,
in our garb, garbage

this is the time
these are our lives
this is our line
it is drawn in the heart
this is the furnace
and we are all fuel
for it's fires

burnt up and spent
on others aspirations
inspirations only,
fighting for some
recognition
our great cognition
is just the condition
we've suffered through
this is a period
of fools and kings
each is each
and each no more than each
and each know more,
then the other

this is the time
these are our lives
this is our line
it is drawn in the heart
this is the furnace
and we are all fuel
for it's fires