love begins to be a devil when it ends up as a God
so i'm looking for a worthy and a humble way to fall.
and it's not the kind of thing that changes all you've ever known.
it's what it does to the little wave blackening the storm


it's a low and hard-to-hear voice saying "everything's alright"
like the faint and yellow glowing of my favorite dying lite
God, help me to forget about mouse closed in his drawer
please, i love him still but i don't want to lvoe him anymore


all of the shapes my hands assume
while always being two hands
now I can hold you down.


in the morning your alarm was going off a lot of times
and it's ringing in the new year going underneath my eyes
I'm unknown but i'm not lonely when i'm only just alone
when i've never known how many threads a single sheet can hold


i'll do the best that i can
knowing i might fall short
now i begin to rouse.


and i don't expect a miracle that lightens everything
just a little bit of carefulness and now you've got to leave
a finger picking bits of lint from the outside of my coat
the hands who tuck the label back inside the collar of my shirt


i like the shapes that we made
lying an hour-and-a-half in the snow
i like the brief way the rain
ruins all traces of having been there
now i can move on


now i can move on