Sunshower (with Eidola)

Less of the same
Comfortable cold that I've known
Splintering ice on the bay
I realize the timelines we fake
Create the light we make

Bring flowers for my saving grace
Trade out this wilted bouquet
Bring flowers for my future grave
It's mine to make

Lengthening days
Bind me to the warmth I've been shown
Open horizon ahead
I theorize a new design to chase instead

I see the light shine through the windows
The creators' golden call
To those who heed it

I breathe a saccharine air
That's spared of what's been lost
And the seeds we haven't sown

Bring flowers for my saving grace
Trade out this wilted bouquet
Bring flowers for my future grave
It's mine to make

Let the sun disgorge it's rays
(Will it reinvent
Who I used to be
Let a hope grow from the cinder)

Shower me in humbled daze
(I invigorate
I revitalize
I embrace the healing)

Glistening rain, washing all of the aching from my face
Fever dreams
Battering waves have exposed a foundation of regret
Forming flourettes

Bring flowers to my grave

Growing vines
Syncopate
Cycle all I've made
And turn it into gains
I define
Form and shape
Every path I take
And all that I retain

Growing vines
Syncopate
Cycle all I've made
And turn it into gains
(I see the light, shining through the windows
Show whats left of winters wake)
I define
Form and shape
Every path I take
And all that I retain
(I see the light, shining through the windows
Show whats left of winters wake)