in your muscle
and good will
is where you’ll find me,
in lavish and forlorn pieces.
i want play ferociously into the night,
from whence you delivered me, fearlessly.
should i come to
you with violets,
or nightmares black in brand?
should i come to you with singing
to fill the silence?
my love is a
quilt,
that which i've undone relentlessly
offering squares upon squares,
and the thread outstrung me.
an open mouth not dare make a sound,
‘tis far more dangerous to swim in the sea than it is
to walk on dry ground.
chorus
and upon this
feeble face,
all the sight i'd ever long to see.
and the words came down
like a tilt of your crown,
raining mortality.
should i come to
you with violets
or nightmares black in brand?
should I come to you with singing
to fill the silence?
will you let me fill the silence
if i come to you with singing?