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Candles bloom along the sidewalk
Little flames in paper boats
White sheets on the porch rail
Plastic fangs and painted throats
Grandma’s rosary in your pocket
Skeletons along the lawn
You say
“It’s the night of every story
That ever died and carried on”
Under the stars of All Saints
Names we barely remember
Drift like smoke in the cold night air
Under the stars of All Saints
Every mask
Every ember
Feels like a doorway
Hanging there
We’re laughing
We’re shaking
But something old is waking
Under the stars of All Saints
Kids run past in crooked halos
Glow sticks swinging
Sugar high
A crow perched on the chapel steeple
Slices circles in the sky
Your black coat smells like incense
A bonfire
A kitchen floor
You whisper
“Say their names out loud
Or they won’t find us anymore”
Under the stars of All Saints
Names we barely remember
Drift like smoke in the cold night air
Under the stars of All Saints
Every mask
Every ember
Feels like a doorway
Hanging there
We’re hoping
We’re haunted
By every love we wanted
Under the stars of All Saints
For the mothers
For the fathers (oh)
For the lost ones at the gate
For the friends we never buried
For the chances come too late
We light one more
One more candle
Let the wax run down our hands
Till the shadows start to circle
Like they almost understand
Under the stars of All Saints
Names we barely remember
Drift like smoke in the cold night air
Under the stars of All Saints
Every mask
Every ember
Feels like a doorway
Hanging there
We’re crying
We’re singing
The bells of midnight ringing
Under the stars of All Saints
You take my hand on the sidewalk
Two small ghosts in borrowed coats
Under the stars of All Saints
Every heartbeat writes a note
