Cool runs dry as you milk the sky and wring your hands the very thought, climb the gilded steps you brought

Golden roofs, this that they lose, silver smoke your rising plumes, cut my throat if you must my eyes do sting with the tears they bring

When I squeeze life giving jewels from dark comfort

And the source is a spring and wells up to meet you, my aggressor

Stepping over chicken scratching in the basement, closet open I can see a skeleton

Dripping over shells, slipping through the cellar like a mannequin, when I question where do you begin?

Don't pretend that I wouldn't spend like every minute tuning in to the brittle pattern every time you take a step

Barely even took a breath I want to go in depth to the heart of the matter

Think you want to talk when you really ought to listen in

Think you want to talk when you really ought to listen in, want to talk when you really ought to listen in

Tell me that you love me back