Spectre Of The Year

Reciting silently your reprieve
When a stationary smile atrophies
The cigarettes you smoked lit the room
With cinders in our lungs, a summer glow

The spectre of the year is finally closing in

Lovers passing through in reverse
At a certain point, they diverge
Words trapped in your throat never heard
Lives that you conceived and don’t occur

Collector of the lost, nowhere to be found

It’s funny that you’re here
Now it seems so clear
To return the things we borrowed
Finally on the straight and narrow
It’s written in the air
The sudden bursting flare
Returning all the things we borrowed
True love's a broken arrow

The world can make you feel so very small
Even though you once stood so tall
Small instances of bliss, oh so sincere
Like the static in the air, it disappears

Eventually everything will surely pass

It’s funny that you’re here
Now it seems so clear
To return the things we borrowed
Finally on the straight and narrow
It’s written in the air
The sudden bursting flare
Returning all the things we borrowed
True love's a broken arrow