Everything is burning
And so beautifully hopeless
Behind a thickening fog
That turns the streetlights into
Something like those dying stars
I always see in your obsidian eyes
When everything comes down
Not to what we say
But the way we say it
Whatever the story is of a night like this
I tell you it’s a hundred years
Whispering back and forth in the dark
Of a city that forgot we were here
I tell you it’s about nothing
But the running water of your voice
Explaining a loneliness so pristine
It only ever happens like this
Lying skin to skin, breath to breath
Never feeling your strong, silent pulse
But it’s enough to know it’s there
And let it be enough to keep me alive tonight
