On patience
On prime serenity
On calm and years of drought
On twilight
Eternal distances
He wrote the hymnal codes
She speaks, he echoes
On truth
On sharp and wiry nights
On death by clumsy try
On starlight
Glaring oversights
She keeps her secrets
She speaks, he echoes
I will
I can not
I must
Try and do it wrong
Yours is a mount's heart
With slow and massive needs
She's moving
Salt on carbon black
She's running down your face
While he clings to
Alveolar walls
Forever composed
She speaks, he echoes
I will
I can not
I must
Try and do it wrong
Yours is a mount's heart
With slow and massive needs
I can
I will
I want to
Fade like stellar song
Mine is a dog's mouth
With fierce and tender teeth
