Cheekbones made of light Somewhere it’s morning The languid grey of night Leaving the fragrance of a cry
Guess you’re sliding back into your life The pressure on your eyelids Patterns of waiting Of suffocating Replaying the same scene Recalling the same dream
Cover any feeling Cover any reason now You’re breathing the same air The same hysteria Like a mirrorball that shines Just another flash of light Deteriorating Forgetting the details Rewriting the scene in your mind
The exit signs of light She’s lying beside me She’s hidden in a sigh In the changes of a room
Guess she’s sliding back into her life The pressure on her eyelids The time that it’s taking Before she wakens It feels like a lifetime A memory rewind