The feeling only comes when the dawn sets in
Nightmares in the daytime, they feel all wild
Close your eyes and relax
You might be here awhile.
Now that those blood stains have been bleached long ago
And you think you see them again in the clothes you thought you owned
Do you remember them well?
Set on fire and washed cold
And how did they do it? Are you still afraid?
To want to be so alone, but how would you behave?
To write of dreams so potent, in your bones you feel humming
That the earth starts to dissolve whenever your heartbeat starts running
And so the house and the eyes and the castles and lawns
Burn in the same fire you set your clothes on
To know the end, and it makes your eyes rust
You can feel your lungs collapse from your own lack of trust.
A watch on both wrists, yet out of time and no space
You are growing anxious
To meet yourself in this race
But if you may reach the end
You may find you’re too late.
Think fast, you move quick and forget
That the lesser the tongue moves the more transparent the bottle gets.
And I hoped to see you there, I know I've written this story too long
I hope to hear your hymns in the verses, that you write to this, a song
And we dared to get along.
So if your eyes are drawing heavy and the vodka’s gone stale
You’ll be drunker than the ocean when you breathe in the air
But you see the flowers, how they just don’t look right
How their pedals curl and grow knots when they turn to the light
The knots grow in your stomach whenever you look outside
Because you once conquered the world and now you won’t even try.
Your nerves are on fire, and their ends sear flat
And you watch all the blood spill into the sink
Which you’ll never get back.