Preservation II

from we've been the garages by the garages

"with gossamer for wings you’ll burn like the moth you were
and at the end of everything you love, they’ll call you a star

you stand alone on a cold and empty stage
an artefact of a long forgotten age
where are the crowds who used to cheer?
gave a reason to justify the fear.
with all the farewells unspoken
where once you were bright and golden

with gossamer for wings you’ll burn like the moth you were
and at the end of everything you love, they’ll call you a star

when the curtains fall
will you say we “were the garages”?
the final innings call
gods it’s getting dark

when the applause fades to static and noise
there’s no home for broken toys
that’s what you fear you are
that’s what you fear you’ve always been
broken: that’s what i fear i’ve always been.

with gossamer for wings you’ll burn like the moth you were
and at the end of everything you love, they’ll call you a star

this one’s for the idols, the umpires, the pitchers: 
this one’s for the authors, the artists, the dreamers:
even if the stars are fading,
history offers preservation!

with gossamer for wings you’ll burn like the moth you were
and at the end of everything you love, they’ll call you a star

we bridged our divide 
and we are unified 
we are unanimous 
there’s nowhere to hide
history offers preservation 
this is the end (this is the end) 
of everything we loved (of everything)
did we give enough to rest in violence?
"