we moved like steady figures detached 
from the shadows that night, 
when we were princes 
for a little while.
so far away from here, 
longing for more, 
until the light of day.

the night began to end 
and we seemed to disappear again. 
only the crowns left.

we're stuck in similar little spaces 
in which we breathe the morning in,
in which we breathe the morning in. 
the cocoons in which we reside
while missing the places we missed. 
the grounds never kissed.

the night began to end 
and we seemed to disappear again. 
only the crowns left of
the kingdoms we'd [bad word]