Counting Exits

I’m holding a list of a thousand farewells in my hand

I’m reading a book of a thousand goodbyes, as we stand

I’ve counted a thousand departures

There’s a thousand sharp corners

Telling me of a thousand endings

Whispering of closed doors

If I had wings made of gravel, I'd fly to the coast

If you could offer one anchor, I'd silence the ghost

But you keep stacking the tallies

You write them in alleys

Showing me countless exits

And every path that’s lost

My hands press together

I try to paint the grey sky bluer

Guide me through this weather

To see beyond the faded viewer

I’ve got a stack of reasons taller than these walls to leave

But my love, I’m only asking for one thread to believe

My thoughts spin on a wheel, staring at faded-out signs

A feeling like time has been frozen, yet I’m reading the lines

‘Cause you keep stacking the tallies

You write them in alleys

Showing me countless exits

And every path that’s lost

And if you breathe a sentence that feels almost sincere

The ground becomes a puzzle, and the picture isn't clear

‘Cause you keep stacking the tallies

You write them in alleys

Showing me countless exits

And every path that’s lost

My hands press together

I try to paint the grey sky bluer

Guide me through this weather

To see beyond the faded viewer

I’ve got a stack of reasons taller than these walls to leave

But my love, I’m only asking for one thread to believe

And my soul is chafing, chafing

Wait—can’t you feel what I’m craving, craving?

Every scar makes the compass harder to read in the storm

But my love, I just need one real thing

One real thing, real thing, real thing, real thing, real thing

When my hands press together

I try to paint the grey sky bluer

Guide me through this weather

To see beyond the faded viewer

I’ve got a stack of reasons taller than these walls to leave

But my love, I’m only asking for one reason to cleave

Swear you’ll be that harbor, that haven

My love, I’m only asking for a future worth savin'.