Flickering feeling You are the door still swinging The phone still ringing Oh, I'm burning all the boats In the quiet, in the long drives Summoned under breath The ghost of every love that I drag along till death In truth, I only think of it As something I once fought Like the ticking of the clock Only heard when all else stops Rest in the reeling Find peace in the fleeing And desperate repeating Oh, what's left for us but motion? The other side of midnight Waiting for release I sing myself to sleep with the sirens from the street Whatever makes your skin fit Operating at a loss The state lines are a medicine Wear the miles like a cross