Who is much more than a friend
But never by my side?
All beginnings are an end
In the blackness there? s a light
Maybe you will only read
One or two letters at the most
Shipping crates might line the streets
Every stranger is a ghost
Cashiers won? t deduct the pain
Loneliness sleeps on the couch
Only noticing the stain
Once the color? s faded out
Let? s go camping in the cold
Make a fire, buy a tent
Envision leather getting old
Re-send pigeons that were sent
Try to memorize your smell
It reminds me of a field
Crickets clearer than a bell
Have all their guts recast in steel
Birds don? t cry when echoes quit
They trail off into the fog
Autumn hurts far less than sticks
Knowing winter? s five feet tall
Generations of defeat
All assuming you're the worst
They never tied the cans
To the back end of a hearse
Take your hand against my own
If there? s a finger I can grip
Reassure me at the ace
Mine? s a black heart you could flip
I? ve come to terms with what I have
What? s been given, what? s been asked
Turn my back against the sea
And beg the serpent for a dance
But in the red dirt muddy towns
Celebration of the dark
Children walking hand in hand
With the pygmies in zee park
I can? t touch you only once
You always leave me wanting more
So keep my feet within the house
And stick my toes just past the door
Let me know when I? m in love
Let me die when I? m in love