Me and my best friend sleep without any clothesWith books on the bedspread in languages no one knowsAll the windows are openAll of the low lights glowAnd we flood all the rooms of our homes until we floatAnd wash out to the street down belowAnd when I die, then I'll sleep in the sides of cloudsOver the mountainsI'll hover above your houseYou'll hear me hauntingYou'll hear my cries and howlsRinging between rows of the teeth in your mouthIt feels like the end of the world inside youWhen this sweetness infinitely holds usAnd I fall into youThe hex on my heart made it harder and harderTo finally find youYou and your sisterAlone in the upstairs roomSpeaking in whispers at three in the afternoonWere you surprised when you started to seeRight through her skin and the things she said to you?You know the whole family eventually all went blindOr their vision got blurrySimply a bad blood lineI won't be angry when I lose my eyesMy hands will have mapped out the world by that timeAnd my sightIt might forget what to do when the thingsThat I've seen and I've beenWhen they come back for meThe whole world will sing through the tips of my fingersAnd I'll feel everything like I was listening to the rainWhen I lose my eyes there will be something moreSomething my vision was far too afraid ofWhen I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubblingAnd braying my singing was made of beforeWhen I lose my hands there will be brand new wordsAnd fingertips floating on top of the ocean for youWhen our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shoutBuilding butterflies out of our breathing, believing end
