i can breathe her in
under the dark blue duvet
tv is still on
in the early morning
i see through rock
(i see the whole world)
when a tendon is cut
and music is more real when i'm alone
snoring in a dark room
woken by the trains
your fingers in my mouth
in the early morning
but
i see through rock
(i see the whole world)
when a tendon is cut
and music is more real when i'm alone
i love her anger
i love her blue eyes
more than music
at least, most of the time
i am silenced
by contentment
and supermarkets
(i see the whole world)