We lost an hour
when we set back time
and everything we did
I guess it didn't matter.
We sat alone and wrote it down
we wondered how we'd come upon
the simple things we found.
I didn't care if I couldn't breath
I just wanted you to hold me
tighter; to give me what I need.
The cold is winter, a tomb
riding elevators in our heads
feeling the earth lying inside our wombs
and cuddling, buried in bed.
Murder in a secret tone
it's in every move
dancing in your bones.
She crawls into the room
and she's dressed in all black
this winter is cold, a tomb
we warmed each other lying on our backs.
Before we go
leave this all behind
leave nothing to show
cover the water with fire
to be kind.
Forget the lungs
forget the music
we're lost but not drunk;
later on we'll use it.
But all we do is hate
can't we see?
For follow-ups - it's too late
the poision is in me.
Smile and we'll bite ourselves,
we'll scratch each others backs.
We wrote them down
and took it all back.