And she drinks from an empty hand
I’m drawing and crossing
Stepping over the line
And who do you have?
With whom to share your wine?
Who would be so kind?
You fixated my eyes on yours
like the mother worn on top of her crowded nest
It was just distraction
Forever the spheres, jewels, and birthstones
in your open chest
I dreamt you brought me here
The earth divides, begging me to reach inside
Palms empty, I took all I could find
I, too, wish not to hold this over you
I’m still afraid of storms and what they’re saying to reply
to an awful thought of you across the canyoning
but I couldn’t even bring myself to feel the way that you imply
The ones we talk about are gone and I guess we’ll have to try
Like blackened eyes under white light
Like red handfuls stained on a golden night
Nothing ever was so fine
Something so close
So close, I could swear it was mine
I heard a voice downstairs
It was low to be fair
but I swear it was mine
I guess we don’t have love in our hearts for two wars
The earth divides, begging me to reach inside
Let’s see what’s inside
I wonder what’s inside…
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