Exhausted by Certainty

And there is no  more lightto remind me of anything I used to know was rightYou are not alone...it's time to come home.I wish I would have justed danced with youat the beach that one warm nightwhen you and the moon kept asking me to.Because I dance all the time now, with the the lingering scent left by youand all the rotting fiery ashes of Summer, abondoned and now, turning bluethis is all that's