Hold up Fold your flowers Even actors of the tragedies Must renegotiate sometimes Let's make the future our last lie Strangers Climb the stairs of the museum Asking why I tried Nobody wants to feel surprised Forgiven at a funeral Father Soon our dreams will all be ending The ghost we left behind It's carving numbers out of ice Caught in the tree house for the spite Brother I just had to fuck up To find out we were right I'm getting used to this by now We only see clear through blind eyes Don't trust every sign you will be leaving Longing leads away By now your tracks have grown too wide You have disowned your last disguise And it's not that I am saying this for nothing But I just thought I'd try Unwrap the loose ends you have tied I think it's gonna be a while