Testo di Chicago Pier

I painted pictures of us In shadows, on pains of glass Your words were gentle stones I feel this shatter around me Buildings of a deserted city Falling away Maybe this will come back to me Maybe this will be given back to me The city will have new walls The shadows will have names And shimmer into shape Maybe this will be given back to me Come back to me All my hope is who you are Not how you answer what we are All my hope is who you are Not how you answer