Who is much more than a friend
But never by my side?

All beginnings are an end
In the blackness there? s a light

Maybe you will only read
One or two letters at the most

Shipping crates might line the streets
Every stranger is a ghost

Cashiers won? t deduct the pain
Loneliness sleeps on the couch

Only noticing the stain
Once the color? s faded out

Let? s go camping in the cold
Make a fire, buy a tent

Envision leather getting old
Re-send pigeons that were sent

Try to memorize your smell
It reminds me of a field

Crickets clearer than a bell
Have all their guts recast in steel

Birds don? t cry when echoes quit
They trail off into the fog

Autumn hurts far less than sticks
Knowing winter? s five feet tall

Generations of defeat
All assuming you're the worst

They never tied the cans
To the back end of a hearse

Take your hand against my own
If there? s a finger I can grip

Reassure me at the ace
Mine? s a black heart you could flip

I? ve come to terms with what I have
What? s been given, what? s been asked

Turn my back against the sea
And beg the serpent for a dance

But in the red dirt muddy towns
Celebration of the dark

Children walking hand in hand
With the pygmies in zee park

I can? t touch you only once
You always leave me wanting more

So keep my feet within the house
And stick my toes just past the door

Let me know when I? m in love
Let me die when I? m in love