Trust in love
Just as you are
Reaching without watching
The switches on the wall
Sound doesn't go away
In habitual silence
It reinvents the surface
Of everything you touch
As you mouth my name
I'm older than glass
I'm kicking at the corner
Recycling air
Dirt on the bed (here)
Dirt on the bed (here, here)
For all I know
I might not suffer
A resurrection
That's always been true
On repeat
Without a function
And no confession
Recycling air
Dirt on the bed (here)
Dirt on thе bed (here, hеre)
Dirt on the bed (here)
Dirt on the bed (here, here)
