Don’t tell me ‘bout another city
Another country, age or skies
I am what concrete stairwells make me
With you the the sole that i require
I don’t believe a single word now
about the healing power of time
How could they all just carry on in sorrow
With missing lungs and limbs and eyes
I took myself down to the murky waters
Where flashing lights come all absurd
I see my hands but I can see no further
Where end mine and where start yours
Nobody knows the weight of silence
That reigns in clash of anxious storm
And wide expanse of your solid quiescence
Where does it go? Where it comes from?
For the wake of fall
For the rapid hearts
We are covering our eyes
You leave it undone and me inquiring
You turn the page I strive to read
You seem satisfied with disregarding
I’m the one who has a need
To learn you throughout and deeper
Reverse the flow of stupid time
The only way to get over this fever
Is to dissolve my soul in thine
