First the streetlight says you should eat something soon, We always flood the hallways with our arbitrary news. I know that you're defenseless, the phone
We are lost in the folds of one another's topcoats And medicine makes us move inside a little slower And in those hours nobody knows our ends or beginnings
I used to be a singer I’d lots of pretty clothes But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes And they used to have a figure I’d some
Men in white undershirts tend to their endings Get as tired as the suburbs that they're defending We were dying to get out God knows our neighbors, walks
i think we can fly and swallow fire blow smoke and hold our breath for as long as it takes every hello is goodbye as we exchange strangers and lies for
We were speaking softly behaving badly our painted bodies in the secret morning you are not quiet across the wooden floor and the kitchen is flood by
the lights have a heartbeat not unlike that which starts me and the whole house starts moving and i've been wearing your clothes i can't fit inside your
I am you in me Our panoramic eyes They don't focus So they become homeless No, my clothes don't change My blood's the same I'd chase you straight through
All children get scarred, turn in guilty faces and tattoos on their arms. They are always changing into naked clothes and times We all fear a different
We begin with singletons, sages, and the onionskin on Those of heart beat back the buried sunshine Yeah, That's how it is. Aggressive summers Broken windows
we touch like human beings the rotten stars are smiling the ocean floor has open arms for wax wings air is the ghost of blood mansions in the hourglass
We are through with talk and touching We're feeling nothing nothing You can circle all around us the wall Is where you found us. Shame does not come right
the city streaches out its morning everyday there's brand new houses faster than the population grows out on the empty highway dreaming of the queen beside
There is ice inside the hourglass Frozen, we are statues in our own secret pose Between you and me, there are scratches in the quiet If we turned out
Before the sun and after there's limestone There's so little time in this place that I get sick with motion Before the wind throws us back in the ocean
It would be so sweet if you could take me with you When you leave like that you make the witches unburn and the snowmen come back. A clumsy kiss, the
Young alumni Dance the night to pieces Wearing all your panic inside out And then to have someone like you Like you Made of broken glass and famous haircuts
my bones the sleep i've lost could rest me. but clocks keep slippery time they paint the salt stained lines of the best and the worst and the maritimes