Balance and Composure - Postcard

Faint and numb
You keep my head unsteady and my hands shake
Fought another day, and now
You wait until I'm standing in your landscape

Said we're looking at the stars
We're floating into empty spaces, I know
That we're looking at the stars
Our burning open sky illustrated, no more

Five lines written on a postcard
Five lines and then it's over
Five lines sitting on your dresser for you