turns out what i thought was
lucifer plummeting from above
smoldering away
was just an ashtray
these nights stretch so long
othing seems to move without you
i recognize these scars
from bedsores, not from whips,
from lying
ot suffering at all
these nights stretch so long
othing seems to move without you
the wind blows and it uproots the trees
bodies blow like glitter in a breeze
you can dance or you can try to hide
but i know which way i'd rather die from this
it gets into your eyes
like the holes in my arms define
how i care for you
i prepare for you
these nights stretch so long
othing seems to move without you
motionless (4x)