I part the curtains of your hair
And all the light of the sun floods the room, poured from your sleepy stare
2 seconds each morning without fail
Before I enter the abattoir to see my insides hanging there
But they request that I leave 'cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
When the light leaves, then the dark sees
Your hands to your hips now: 2 swan necks
Curl between pelvis with stretchmarks and shoulders with these freckle flecks
The pain of the silence before bed
Oh for the sound of your pissing through the thin walls, or stroking your head
But for the shadows and doom and the sorrow we seem to have bred
When the light leaves, then the dark sees