[Split]

I think I met a girl with the most iridescent eyes,
In the setting sun, they only seemed to intensify,
She seemed beautiful but even then I knew,
It was true thst beauty will only grow old and die.

As if the world slept behind those streetlights that night,
We both climbed aboard the same train, same time.
in the way you'd remember in old age a pair of pretty eyes,
autumn's ides, and dead end intersections-
She walked down the tracks' curves,
riding parallel lines, turns without direction,
Sat next seat over, the stare of a scared girl,
And without a word drank the silent air of the world

It's the masterpieces never painted that hang heaviest,
Novels untyped, untitled, fighting out of every sentence

It was the clearest haze I ever fell through,
And I say that to tell you that it's the last one I ever want to see.
Knowing she could look over but never did,
I believe to this day I dreamt up those eyes as a kid,
Never believing I'd find them half-asleep and eclipsed
By the quietest journey I'd ever take.
But by the time i reached out to hang onto her hand
She had slipped into the deepest sleeping trance,
Into a quiet calm that'd never come back

Love or an angel, unearthly or faithful,
Ill never explain how that gaze became a sort of prayer

The blind lead the blind through a parted sea of destinations,
A line with many stops, and none to feel safe in,
And some have gotten used to looking past,
I've lost her glimpse, the purest truth in nothing,
And that's enough reason to never look back