Who is much more than a friend But never by my side? All beginnings are an end In the blackness there's a light Maybe you will only read One or two letters at the most Shipping crates might line the streets Every stranger is a ghost Cashiers won't deduct the pain Loneliness sleeps on the couch Only noticing the stain Once the color's faded out Let's go camping in the cold Make a fire, buy a tent Envision leather getting old Re-send pigeons that were sent Try to memorize your smell It reminds me of a field Crickets clearer than a bell Have all their guts recast in steel Birds don't cry when echoes quit They trail off into the fog Autumn hurts far less than sticks Knowing winter's five feet tall Generations of defeat All assuming you're the worst They never tied the cans To the back end of a hearse Take your hand against my own If there's a finger I can grip Reassure me at the ace Mine's a black heart you could flip I've come to terms with what I have What's been given, what's been asked Turn my back against the sea And beg the serpent for a dance But in the red-dirt, muddy towns Celebration of the dark Children walking hand in hand With the pygmies in zee park I can't touch you only once You always leave me wanting more So keep my feet within the house And stick my toes just past the door Let me know when I'm in love Let me die when I'm in love