Sculptor

Out across the dying engine are the cities mocking heaven

Plans to fill the decades

Plans to keep death hidden

Swing away until the sun goes

Trade your soul for a photo

And stories that we all know

Are empty in the end

But you wrote a letter like a sculpture

And I cried and let the day go

I miss your breath on my shoulder

I miss your breath on my shoulder

Driving north through California

The sun is on the sea

I know exactly who I am

It's not who I want to be

The space between goes on forever

A blessing and a curse

A dreamer and a liar

The devil in the church

But you wrote a letter like a sculpture

And I cried and let the day go

I miss your breath on my shoulder

I miss your breath on my shoulder

Silver-tongued, the blood in my veins

A salesman with a dark flame

Nothing matters in the end child

You're only here for a short while

And sadness is a blanket

A comfort in the chains

I wear when I am hopeless

And too afraid to change

But you wrote a letter like a sculpture

And I cried and let the day go

I miss your breath on my shoulder

I miss your breath on my shoulder