in the darkness and the static's in your hand and the warm sense of solace that blows round the ground
and the () and the clouds that you can't see as (your/her) chest fills the frame as (your/her) chest fills the flame
a broken string a new romance that cuts you loose your (?) all the time all the time
i'm on fire with the things I could've said but you never asked so they just stayed inside my head and you tell me now that the same words () your lips slow down speak up I hear you now
she says she barely sleeps and if she does it's fitfully her heart beats on her sleeve and if she dreams she dreams of a place she'll never see and words she'll break down frantically to keep a verse in dusty books hidden in snowbeds deep as roots she says que sera sera what will be will be so c'est la vie she says sheets and snow sheets to cover me que sera sera c'est la vie she says don't help me I'm tired and far too gone to leave