Big Day

Some kind of moonlight
Tomorrow is a big day
High hopes and champagne
Subways and avalanches
Fear is the ending
We only know beginnings
Ringside with you
Nothing can go wrong
Taken down by tumbling stones
In a thousand years they’ll find my bones
Blood means ink when you come around
You write my story in the ground
I should’ve given you a warning sign
My veins are the sewers of this town
Here comes your future with the weight of ancient danger
Flowers and dancing
Blank spaces in the conversation
Glassy eyes, old people dying to go home
Stillborn child, everything is fine