Glowing Mouth

You and me under sheets of light,
the red glow of a star on fire.
Burning our feet on an isolated beach
as we throw everything we own into the sea.

When the tide is low
we're digging through the loam.

Do you know what the darkness said to me?
She said, "Son, you better get used to believing in things that you can't see."

You and me under sheets of white,
the blue light glow of a star on ice.
Freezing to death among isolated peaks,
cutting pieces of flesh because we all need to eat.

Where will I go? Only I know now. Moving through the wet trees to find
your glowing mouth. I could see the wind's house on the eastern side.
I hope that you'll believe me when I say I'm still alive,
open and waiting for you
open and waiting for you

Do you know what the darkness said to me?
She said, "Son, you better get used to believing in things that you can't see."