Lanterns Bittersweet (Remix/Cover)

Lanterns bittersweet, walk slow Lanterns bittersweet, sky runs low Traffic far off, blocks gone still I count my breath by the window sill Every little movement has a meaning on its own Tiny rest, tiny rest I don’t know, I still go Street lamps blink tired, bus brakes sigh Black glass shops keep one bright eye One gum wrapper spins, two dogs bark Three rent notices on a cork board marked Four plans folded in my back pocket Five bad thoughts try to turn a profit My head is a mall with the doors left wide Little alarms in the power grid inside I’m not tough, I’m just awake I fix my face for the walk I take Every thought and feeling by some posture can be shown So my shoulders tell the block I’m getting grown We move, we stop We drift, we dock A little room under stars, then road Every little movement has a meaning on its own We pass, we stay We break, we aim Breathe once, boy, get through the cold Lanterns bittersweet, bring me close “Every little movement has a meaning on its own” (Mmm, ooh, da da) “And every love thought that comes a-stealing o'er your being” Clouds got seams, I can see through Pinpoint stars doing bright work too I write one line on the back of my hand Bread, rent, nerve, fresh plan Market grief tried owning the room I said nice try, not this afternoon Terms and conditions in my old head talk I click decline, then I keep my walk Budget low, signal weak, engine coughs Still got jokes and the soft stuff on Every love thought keeps tapping my ribs Small code showing me how to live I’m not fixed, I’m just less closed New page breathing through my clothes We move, we stop We drift, we dock A little room under stars, then road Every little movement has a meaning on its own We pass, we stay We break, we aim Breathe once, boy, get through the cold Lanterns bittersweet, bring me close Cool air taps at my collarbone Says quit chasing the trophy zone No tower, no plaque, no crown display Just one clean breath that stays all day Sirens test, flood maps spread Bad news counts money in a glass room bed Status meters hit zero and freeze I keep both feet in the streetlight breeze Yesterday talked big, then lost the key Morning waits without saluting me Must be revealing all its sweetness In some small gesture, in my weakness Fog on the path, but we still move Old weight drops when the chest gets room Wind says change, I say alright One small glow keeps working through night Step by step, no grand decree Just you, just me, still trying to be Morning pinks up the broken blue “Every thought and feeling by some posture can be shown” “Must be revealing all it's sweetness, in some appealing little gesture on its own” We move, we stop We drift, we dock A little room under stars, then road Every little movement has a meaning on its own We pass, we stay We break, we aim Breathe once, boy, get through the cold Lanterns bittersweet, bring me close We move, we stop Now the pause got a pulse we know A little room under stars, then road Every little movement has a meaning on its own We pass, we stay No crown, no final claim Breathe once, boy, get through the cold Lanterns bittersweet, bring me close Tiny rest Stars, then road Breath in the cold Still we go Still we go Lanterns bittersweet Bring me close