i love the things that i have made, lights upon the sky,spinning all the while and and all the places that i've been are easy to forget , just like the way that she used to smile.and everything is witnessed,through moving panes of glass,winter sunlight flashing through the tress,christmas lights and snow to come , falling soft and silent like a wish or a blanket on the years.sleepless dreams like drunkards,trying to stagger home ,all the lights that i was sure of are buried safe away,deep in the frozen ground.and all of this is witnessed , through a moving pane of glass,winter sunlight flashing through the trees ,christimas lights and snow to come , falling soft and silent like a wish or a blanket on the years.