Call On Your Stars

Sifting back through the photographs
All safely kept hidden away
Affirmations of the momentary
For when the memory fades
Words abandoned in absentia
Set adrift on an open wind
Never gone yet intangible
And so the longing begins

With a set of copper keys
Scratched and ever golden green
Into dusty cabinet corners
Words writ and never seen
Spells sought and so retrieved
And stitched into the seams
Seeing eyes cannot perceive
The sentiments spoke in dreams

Call on your stars
Throw your dreams into space
Let them fall where they must
Sing to your…

Cutting losses from the plot
Resolved that one should walk away
The small voices intercede
And so destiny waits
Transmitting to the clouds
Private prayers on sleepless nights
Everything is in its place
But yet nothing is right

Now we’re trapping time in amber
To preserve the ever after
Concealed by abrasion
And sealed within the matter
Twisting wires, tearing teeth
Turning tongues take reprieve
Tempting time to give one leave
To tell a truth no one believes

Call on your stars
Throw your dreams into space
Let them fall where they must
Sing to your fates

Calling all gleaming lights
Echoes spun into night
Speaking ill, damning each
Missing yet, heaving east
Always runs, tethers sliced
Inside grown, hacking ice
Never gone, singing out
Failing that, loving yes

Call on your stars
Throw your dreams into space
Let them fall where they must
Sing to your…

Performed and produced by Michael Bird
Words and music by Michael Bird