Chicago

More together than alone

From the hill we saw it rain on the town over

Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones

In that moment I saw a likeness to our father

In American Night

On that hill

In the night

Pulled back to the night before

Where the TV lit our brilliant smiling faces

Torch hits your face before the fall

Panic in the eye is similar to breaking horses

An apparition lifts me up

An apparition lifts me up

From its shoulders I sit and see your face above the tree-line

Your reassurances subtitled in American English

I am calm as we sail down the hillside

In American Night

On that hill

In the night