So we rose, too close;
overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried...
to keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide.

In and out
of season, warm armed
sleeves do harm the skin;
We waste on lost wishes we cannot win.

So you pinched rose
the parts that you hold,
in swollen palms;
The charms, in blood, warm a frozen bell's alarm.

On, undone,
the song rings wrong...
with pleas for keys, I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.

Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...
Calls, calls, echoes stall... an anniversary away;
and save all these hours that we wait.

To start murmured hearts,
and amplify the marks;
From questions left to scar...
the patterns I depart.

For beds better made, in a city to be named,
by the one with the face, I tried to escape.

Our lost wishes know we cannot chase.
One played calm; a song strings along
the pleas for keys; I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.

Of errors made, in short; sprints to safer shores,
far from troubled lure... of the head I adore.

To save sealed mouths, in letters I misspelled;
What signs can only tell, take care if it helps.

Start murmured hearts, and amplify the marks
from questions left to scar, the patterns I depart.

For beds better made, in a city to be named
by the one with the face; I tried to escape...

I tried to escape.