Chris Mireles

What was it like to see The face of your own stability Suddenly look away Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?Eleven and she was gone. Eleven is when we waved good-bye. Eleven is standing still, Waiting for me to free him By coming home.Moving me with a sound. Opening me within a gesture. Drawing me down and in, Showing me where it all began, Eleven.It took so long to realize that You hold the light that's been leading me back home.Under a dead ohio sky, Eleven has been and will be waiting, Defending his light, And wondering... Where the hell have I been? Sleeping, lost, and numb. So glad that I have found you. I am wide awake and heading home.Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory.I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can Reunite and both move on together.Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven, So glow, child, glow.I'm heading back home.