We meet, and call All those who mean the most We stare, in eyes Of days that pass us by We jump, we jump and pray Each time we throw grenades Make-shift, shape-kiss Cold swim paper mache New moon, new flower Days pass by like hours I want, to read Your French love poems you keep In your home, forever The library is better Than the violence we seek The future feels so bleak Climb back through you Climb back through me Like windows, they shatter Old patterns, old patterns Like windows, they shatter Old patterns, old patterns Climb back through you Climb back through me