When he sits you down, when he makes you eat. When he takes your hat, when he takes your keys: "Finally, please..." When he flicks and ash, when he frees a breath, When he stays your hand, when he shows your death: "Finally, please..." "With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure, I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky." If the walls are wrong, of a height you can't Ever ascertain, and the tetth enchant: Finally, you've gone visiting. You will not recall if you wake or not. You will pyrolise until you viens are taut. "Finally, please..." "With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure, I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky. In a palsied flight, with a ferric elixir, I could peel the night from the body of the sky."