i can't keep living in this dead or dying dream.

And I can’t,
breathe
without you,
but I have to,
breathe
without you,

I spent the winter diving to the bottom.

there's a distance in your eyes only mine can see.

It's always hard to be the one left behind.

Build me a home inside your song

i just assumed that you eventually would ask

Bottom of the River

Well I am in love with something invisible
And though no one can make sense of where it's from,
I'm sure as all my bones
So lay my head and feet to point north and south
I will try to be a compass if you smile
and deign to take me home

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

I will collect all the hammers and I will make them ring
When the slowly swollen eyes are not enough
And I will walk down the road until I can hear her sing
She can pass her coded message through my clothes
And assure me that she’s sure

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

Well come up slow
And drag your voice out into the light
With the rough cover it provides you to shine
Now here we go down the hill fast faster no keel no bow
Though you can smell them in my blood, forget the start
Cause they’re all dead by now

I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old sorts go to die
Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night
So that the moon won’t have to die

i am so lucky.