Don’t tell me ‘bout another city Another country, age or skies I am what concrete stairwells make me With you the the sole that i require
I don’t believe a single word now about the healing power of time How could they all just carry on in sorrow With missing lungs and limbs and eyes
I took myself down to the murky waters Where flashing lights come all absurd I see my hands but I can see no further Where end mine and where start yours
Nobody knows the weight of silence That reigns in clash of anxious storm And wide expanse of your solid quiescence Where does it go? Where it comes from?
For the wake of fall For the rapid hearts We are covering our eyes
You leave it undone and me inquiring You turn the page I strive to read You seem satisfied with disregarding I’m the one who has a need
To learn you throughout and deeper Reverse the flow of stupid time The only way to get over this fever Is to dissolve my soul in thine