shadows approaching lavender days without breath on the doorstep immovable dew wakes the glassy morning and we swim happily on wintery sills
but in our dark rooms painted so white we sleep tight in the sandbox that time leaves behind and for our eyes relief that sleep can never remember and that we cannot keep no, that we cannot keep
and my dreams they shake me awake like a break in the hour glass of my lonesome mind and with insight into what I cannot see i start to believe my imagination and the thoughts that put me to sleep and that I cannot keep no, that we cannot keep