Hatching Mayflies

Hope to me was a big red balloon Deflating slowly and still stuck to the ceiling Hope to me is like a figure in the hazy doze I know it's fine And all these good lies As if woken from my sleep I know it's fine And all these good byes As if stolen fro

i make a song to feel alright when no one comes and the summer is cold i make a song and sing like shit when the night hurts bad and the sun is growing old i see smoke rises from dying embers shaping shades of better and worse i make a call to hear y