Catacombs

I hold myself up to the light

Searching

the cracks in the fault lines

Ash by ash

De cendres à cendres

I’m just waiting on a sign of life

A pulse in the flat line

After all my inquisition

It occurs to me

I’ve been slowly dying

Just trying to exist

I was just trying to exist

And as Paris lays sleeping

The Catacombs are wide awake

Coming up for air

So I press my ear to the ground

And I hear the sighs

in ancient tongues

and revelations

Winter creeps on in through the curtains

like a premonition

Paper planes scrape the skyline

But I think of Barcelona

Not of how it was

But how we were

Dimming

Dimming in the autumn flames

So goodnight Paris

Tonight

I sleep in embers

Tonight I sleep

in embers

Tonight I sleep in embers