Dirt on the Bed

Trust in love Just as you are Reaching without watching The switches on the wall Sound doesn't go away In habitual silence It reinvents the surface Of everything you touch As you mouth my name I'm older than glass I'm kicking at the corner Recycling air Dirt on the bed (here) Dirt on the bed (here, here) For all I know I might not suffer A resurrection That's always been true On repeat Without a function And no confession Recycling air Dirt on the bed (here) Dirt on thе bed (here, hеre) Dirt on the bed (here) Dirt on the bed (here, here)