We sleep in a heap on the floor
Our bodies are declaring war
Keep our eyes peeled on the door
On the door
My body it lies like an arch
Like a bridge over yours in the dark
And our hands they are tangled in two
They're tangled into one
And I lie like a dead deer
And I'm down in the cedars
And you lie through your clenched teeth
With your maps, you retreater
Retreater!
And we talk through a mail truck
That is lost in our bad luck
And you talk like a factory
Blowing smoke and interrupting me
Well I guess this is it
We turn into dust
Those things that we did
Well we can never go back
Guess we fade into black
And I know that you're dying
By the way that you're lying
And you stand like a dead tree
With your leaves falling on me
Falling on me
Took a backseat to an old me
Took a deep breath when you told me
That you'd change you just to hold me
That you'd change you just to hold me
That you'd change you just to hold me
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