Finally - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Let in the empty wind

Full of holes

I’m an instrument

If this is infinite

The center is everything

Dilated and smiling

See lives from the outside

Look up

Snow is falling again

A pretty painted house

In a shitty part of town

You settle down

Used to light up a room

Then again maybe that ain’t true

Wanna light up the night

Refineries and Christmas lights

My love is a mantra

When I speak it, it weakens

I’ll just squeeze your hand three times

If it’s infinite repeats

I’ll take the blizzard of '16

I’m ready now

Try to take it all with me

But we forget finally