Contrails - All The Luck In The World

We’ve grown too quickly

With open flaws and lack of grief

You have broken into me

You are the best kind of thief

The less we know,

The more we seek

In these halls I take you in

The morning mint and your summer skin

I can read the books under your arms

In your eyes,

Sleepless we wait to arrive

Only to leave

We’re the undeveloped film

In tourists clothes

We’re the keepsakes and souvenirs

Resting beneath the folds

These forgotten reminders

Are emblematic of everything

That we are and we will be

Or of «almosts» and «could have beens»

We just caught the tail end of a last call

You made it better for a short time

Standing in a long line

We’ve grown too quickly

With open flaws and lack of grief

The less we know the more we seek

Our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes

Of the richest thieves