When you said your hands look like your father's I knew you meant without the red nail polish. Back there before it all started I'd never seen that look in your eyes. Now I see it all around In the birds scattered on the ground With twitching wings But they're still singing The sheets stained just like inkblots but you were so calm then Back there in my old apartment Where the moths that ate my clothes Smelled just like your perfume Back to the place where it started The sky was pink and red like your old man's head Coughing up a lung when I met you In the freezing rain and you noticed our teeth Chattering at the same beat. Now I see it all around In the phones scattered on the ground And I'll dance dreary to the sound Up until They stop ringing