The floor you walk on is smooth There is no ground there Magic begins with blood Outside, there are trees With concrete under their roots
But I have passed the tombs of kings I have scoured the seas for miles My fingertips opening, accepting my time
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave. When we meet, share stories, you stretch me
For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets