Storms all that summer we lived in the wind Out in some room in the wind Your hands they were folded You knew no demands My tongue, it clattered like tin My eyes repeat, they take my seat Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat
We leaned in the cold, holding our breath Watching the corners turn corners Coins on the table, the cards in the air The face at the window kept smiling Storms all that winter we stayed locked away Waiting, watching, falling
End of the street Horizon retreats You ran with it I wish I could Sleep is not sleep My eyes repeat You take the voltage that watches you weep You caught the voice I listen close All I heard was the echoes
Praise emptiness Her rose-colored dress Her circling motions Praise emptiness Everything scattered, nothing was missed We took our house in the fire