Off the page, a miserable graveyard: an unfixable place
I sealed it off with the scotch tape from your room
Getting off the taxi, going down the hill, burning the fields
Over and over, I fiddle with the knob on the door to your room
You standing in the rain again?
Come rest your cold feet in my hands
Let’s find a vague answer
And dig up its grave together
Next to you, on the edge of the bed: an unfixable place
My heart had slipped out while I stayed by your side
That night, we were sopping wet
We’re now as we were back then, but even more
Frozen to the core
You standing in the rain again?
Come rest your hands in my hands
Cause I’ll embrace an ecstatic answer
And lie down in the grave, with you