See all the loners spinning towards the heavens
The steeplechasers got us looking for the moon
And in this heaven the horror of its absence
Has me trembling beside myself beside you

When tears stained my cheeks you kissed all but the salt
I suppose you didn’t see —I can’t fault you for that;
When your tongue licked the lash all the salt had seeped through
And you would not believe I’d been crying over you

Some days I’m afraid I’m already mourning
Already mourning you
Some nights I’m convinced I’m already dead

In your arms I understand all at once
My life has been building me up to us
In your hands I am mine, you take me to myself
The tenses I knew now they bring me to you

I am yours I am yours
You are my own
One kiss sucks the mud clear from my soul
The neon lights that fill your eye
Above Coney Island I could die tonight if I’m not
Already dead, already mourning
When tears stained my cheeks you kissed all but the salt
When your tongue licked the lash all the salt had seeped through
Am I already mourning you?