together, we're near, i know we are, don't go

it must be you

building a fire in the corner of my room

to warm my feet as they sleep in the cold

of an open window and endless stars

it must be you

who holds my breath steady

catches it and draws the next one forth

from these lungs that seem fit to freeze 

under a night of endless stars

i feel your return

i feel you between my shoulder blades

dave talks about Maranatha as an ever-present reality

and it is, i think 

i think i think too much

a sky of endless stars 

should reveal not fear, but promise 

and a dad whose tattoo matches mine

should reveal not fear, but promise

the stars can fall from the sky

but as long as they come into my room

through that open window

hang from the ceiling for a while,

long enough to swim in

i’m okay

we’re okay