Words & Music by Mike Power

 There is no place now that is safe for my gaze
 No soft landing for my eyes
  
 Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again
  
 It’s cold enough to crack my lips
 and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of
 whatever it takes to
 build these palaces to winter
  
 I remember building palaces to other things
  
 The palace that we built in memory of
 ancestors too important to forget
 and too far gone to remember
  
 The palace that we built to celebrate
 our victory over enemies and diseases
 and ideas that had become both
  
 The palace we built just because we were strong
 and had to do something constructive
 with all that energy
  
 And the palace we built for love
 that wasn’t a palace at all
 but was a safe place and warm for us to rest together