Whispering ghosts. Seduction unlikely
Just out of reach. The Abduction of Psyche
The small violences...
The emptiness of chairs and freezing cold silences
Words that could ruin me. Sharp knives and peeling paint
Wanting to be deep inside you and feeling faint
It's hard. We are lost
Invisible to each other. On fire and star crossed
There's a circle around you and caring loves
It's like I'm touching your face while I'm wearing gloves
The trees keep our secrets. Eternities curse them
Evil and pure, the winds try to coherse them
Echoing stillness, reduced with kisses
Lower case x's and useless wishes
Cuts on your skin that are deep but are fast healing
The edges, the one way streets and the glass ceiling
This is a sickness that embraces me warmly

Something obscene. A machine that speaks for me
It makes me nervous...
I miss you though. I wish that I could kiss you slow
There's a shadow on my heart and it goes against
The feuding sea. This house is empty including me
I don't wish to be alone but what am I supposed to do?
Being sung to sleep each night by the ghost of you

There's only one of us, parallel, nowhere to dwell
Valuable and rare as well, thinking thoughts we're scared to tell

There's only one of us, far apart, it's hard to start
Looking for a star to chart. All alone and heart to heart