This holds me beyond
Diminutive distractions
How commons converge and lovers bleed infinite
This holds me beyond
Silhouetted continence
Feigned grace can disarm
The ringers of circumstance
This holds me beyond
Foggy headed certainty
When face flushed in song
I am skinned of clarity my love
It feels like nothing
I've worshipped it thin
The warming of its emptiness
And subtlety serves as mirrors and mirages
Collapse to begin
The smiling of my servitude
Veiled words see it through
To hide all the surfaces
I collapse to begin this
And underneath the commonplace
Soft thoughts of refrain
I've been simplified and slain my love
It feels like nothing
It's just this hollow
