Oh, look you, across yourself This body looks so solemn What again was it you thought that made you different from them? Was it the ghost you placed? A face you made to sweep you away and leave a cloud of dust? I get lost in the dark gray streets, dying lonely and loathing While door to door the horror swoons like mountains under moons Like swans will look away from you, like rivers from the ocean But a shield was kept around the stake I held in this god awful place And so I grew, and so did you until we knew we were all through But this moon I kept the way you do your eyes until you close them And then they are full And you see through all the times they were open And more and more my story moves like rivers from the ocean Like swans will look away from you, to what is where will hold them