Contrails

We've grown too quickly

With open flaws and lack of grief

And ou 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 your summer skin

I can read the books under your arms

In your eyes

Sleepless we wait to arrive

Only to leave

The less we know

The more we seek

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

The less we know

The more we seek

The less we know

The more we seek

The more we seek

And every lost is the discovery

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