counting the angels on the ceiling
I know you can see me from wherever you are
I'm not sure of your name anymore
I'm not sure who we are anymore
amidst the space between us
hey, it probably means something
counting the angels on the ceiling
I know you can see me from wherever you are

untitled stairway
unpainted walls
to step any closer
the ceilings would fall
untitled people in
unpainted rooms
though trapped forever
they are no fools

and if to breathe in the moment
if to speak in the morning
would it be free of charge
though they leave afraid
to become the ageless burden
of fellowmen they've never met
trying to justify the horizon
under a fake sunset