Contrails

We've grown too quickly With open flaws and lack of grief You 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 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 And our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes Of the richest thieves