I've drawn a line through furious circles
Eyes obstructed and dry
In time red branches grow
And they confess
The isolation's a friend but I want to speak to you
There's so much distance
I'm blacked out, but on your grid
You're the spotlight on the season
I'll be dying in
We found a lonely stage
Two hearts that beat through gravel
In any part they play
You're not my hero
We're not happy children
We don't need to lie anymore
We're just creases on any face outside
Always so sorry about so many things
And always tangled
In smoke drifting with sin
Beneath sheets through palpitations
Breathing fiction
You're a strangled compass
(the orphan of ) a sigh through empty coasts
You showed me quiet discomfort
In delicate tones
And I'm your bedfellow
There's so much anger
How can you hold your grin?
Please let me in the basement
You're dying in