Lost your tracks in Jerusalem and wept at the wall with its many cracks and leaks; those lines of flight. In the ruins of Babylon I sift through crumbling parchment and ashen scrolls. Trains led me through Istanbul, the Ukraine and Roma lands. Spend a night outside this cage, you'll learn to love the hand that feeds you. I drank bitter black tea in the first light of mourning unlived lives, unheard prayers. I got lost in St. Petersburg as I scoured the rooms of the Winter Palace. Out here it's all waiting time. Right here it's all weeping time. Amber tears and fossil prints. Trains led me through Istanbul, the Ukraine and Roma lands. Spend a night outside the cage, you'll learn to love the hand that feeds you. I lost you to Jerusalem when you seeped through the cracks and leaks to become a line of flight. Say my name, say it, say my name, say it, say it, say it. You'll find me searching the archives for gentle hands and loving arms. Kiss my neck and tell me to have no fear. Make me feel like I could belong here.
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