Every Good Thing to Rust

lightning

Something filled up my heart with nothing.
Someone told me not to cry.

Now that I’m older, my heart’s colder and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children,  wake up!
Hold your mistakes up before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.

We’re just a million little Gods willing rainstorms, turning every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lightning bolts a-glowing I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper reaches out and touches my hand.

With my lightning bolts a-glowing I can see where I am going.
With my lightning bolts a-glowing I can see where I am going.

You’d better look out below.

Arcade Fire, “Wake Up”

Photo: Lightning, Ankara, Turkey; June 2014

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