<![CDATA[Camp Hopeless - [bonfire blog]]]>

I am afraid for every hour
Is a ship that has sailed
The breath of ice on a flower

We are a ghost note, our absence of sound like an era that's lost
forever floating around

(and when it’s gone)
We’re just words in the air.
A passing thought of what was,
what more is never found out.

(what’s done is done)
your face is sculpted to smile,
the farther you float from my computed beguile

(…I can't do that)
now we’re just words in the air
Like a song that's been sung
Not reaching anyone's ears

It might as well be the Space-Age 60’s
A perfect future that never could be ours, salt our scars

Maybe Steampunk got right
It doesn't work but the future looks good on, progress gone
Reset: 2, 1.

In all the times that we climbed up and fell
Did we learn to accept our victory song’s a death knell?
(I fare thee well)
Open the pod bay doors
Dark monolith of the past, burn out like a shooting star

Reset: 2, 1.

I am afraid for every hour
Is a ship that has sailed
The breath of ice on a flower

Reset: 2, 1.