Well, it’s too early for this dressing gown
These candles light if conversation’s cold
I guess you’re busy as my mind is easy
Stare at the stars as if they’re black holes
Some superstitions wrapping our minds up
Money we spent won’t coordinate the dots
Delivered eyes to the cries of night
Sentences reunite our words not quite
The way you wander
Newspapers drag
Those pills won’t kill me
'Until you heal me
Your secrets can’t be kept inside your bag
The bones of filthy are processing lies
You learn, you’ll try to raise another flag
Because of us, because of fireflies
Hands are open for what you still deserve
My skin like doll’s and my body as toy’s
The fence is broken, inconstant to serve
Your laughter representing all our joy