when everything stops and it starts again
i can taste her heart against my lips
to the sound of a word that she's never known
brittle hearts so tight they crack like glass
a room with a view and a soft prayer for light
through the midnight hour
streets that have no names carry me home
with the hearts of thieves
she whispers like angels with blood on her teeth
and i pray for sleep to fall
with the darkest of rooms and the softest of skin
i'm halfway home by now but in my head
as this sick game we play takes a familiar twist
signals i once loved i left for this.