I’m still calling on you
In our language we made out of dreams
Bones kissed by midnight
Strangled by our fantasies
I have that same reflection
Skinny smile inside in light
The same fragrances of echoes
Buried in each moonless night
But lately I don’t mind
We make the same mistakes each time
And our afternoons run blind
In a darkness we define
We are hung in a half-life
To sing beneath the trembling stars
Gored by our litanies
Born again in broken arms
But I’m still calling on you
Screaming through these dizzying dreams
Cause we still glow when the day dies
We still bleed in elegies
