Do all love songs turn out this way?

Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured

We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents

Don't look away
I need to know if this is real

It's under the skin, so we wilt like violets

The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step

We could be safe here, forever
Falling in the clean blue air
Somewhere between the sun that gives us light
And the ground that puts it out

At this speed it makes no difference
Where I start and where you end
Or if you sit in an emergency aisle
We could be dead

We were safe, now we're paralyzed

Fractured lives dissolving
Like sugar in the sacrament