The architecture of a downfall
The poetry of collapse
All of my ideas and all of my maps
Were pointing in directions
Never to exist
And love inside alive
Is the thing I missed
I went searching for a stranger
And I found myself
I went kneeling at an altar
But I amn’t spelt
And even in the hunger, even in the night
I know somehow in pain, I will make it through the fight
Back to the belonging, where I used to be
It wasn’t about you
It was about me.