There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds. Stitched all together by a murmur of words. That hang like a moon in the thread of the air. And speak with the sound of my every prayer.
I could have sworn this was the way when we started down. I thought we'd left a light on dear but I can't see it now. I can't even find the chance when it's right here in my way.
I've seen the best. And the worst you can be. And all while you're getting. The better of me. . You're fragile but wicked. And fleeting as breath. And you move up behind me.