Left to our own devices, preciseness, We've made something indestructible and priceless. Lightning is the fury. Thunder the obsession. Hours in between and I'm under the impression. When I heard your music I tried to dance and fell. Advancing well, but I don't have a chance in hell. Enhance. Excell. The darkest night - I should have been there. But every time I come close you disappear into thin air. I walk a mile through broken fields and bandaged woods. We talk a while. The words are incoherent. I'm damaged goods. I try to work my way down a list of growing factors But instead I'm going backwards. There's been an accident. Condition stable. Intravenous. Holding your hand with the kitchen table in between us. Your perfect hands - I recognize them right away. Your naked truth that will never see the light of day. We speak a secret language. Explaining scars, Birds in the trees, waterfalls and flaming stars. All the little things that can take my breath away. Lying to myself, I fake my death today. (Why am I doing this...) Leavin' to stay. Tomorrow - all hail to it. Blank piece of paper. Bored with a nail through it. You belong to something else - part of my dreams. Different story. I'm coming apart at the seams. The face you want to know and the mask you touch. I don't know what's worse and I ask too much. Going down on each other and caught in the act. Up against the wall and shot in the back. Two rivers. Similarity and other-ness. Another day in a life that is motherless. Thorn in the side. Diamonds adorn the sky. I'm under the impression and I was born to die.