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
