You are my blanked out pages
All the wasted spaces
The old weapons vanished

Spit blood at dawn, closed forever

You're an ivory icon

Held in glass, captive
You're a falling column
Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight


He was upside down and drifting in an
Endless ocean of night

The terror came in waves, each one
Pushing him further from the shore


You are a fractured mirror
Silver paper in the wind
A desperate measure

Sharp little circuits of fever

I can feel the unslept hours

See all the traces
I can hear the ticking of clocks
Old record running down

You can't replace it
You get distracted by the sound


He hears an ocean in the dial tone
Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down
He wants to believe that he doesn't exist

He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at once

We'll fill the blanked out page

We'll burn the traces
We'll turn the unslept hours to days
Old record running down

We'll flip it over and sing the songs
We've never heard.