Up the hill to a vacant lot. There's nothing to see. Walk the pillars to settle in. And find that you've turned from me. You're the cup and you're the drink.
When the day is over. And it falls into gray. Move your body close. There changed. And could you be the answer. For a wretch like me. Clasp your hand in mine.
This frost you stand in. It draws on wobbled legs. This sway is stabled. I gnaw through your gate. You sort what i bend. You jar me for relief. This canter is guided.
Built a house made out of blood. Fought the serpent and his thugs. Played the game fought the fought. All wrapped you astound me living life through. Your sleep.