Circuits of Fever

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 replaace 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

Now

Now

Now

Now