Sleepless
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We're on the skyline drive, and your eyes are closed
I can hear your heart over the sound of the road
And the cicadas' song under your exhales
And your breath dissolves in the violet air
And sleepless
I'm waiting for
A turning that
I've seen before
Drawing our net across the bottom of the lake
Pulling the bodies out, dragged to the pavement
And the fabric of the night unfolds
Like a camera where the view explodes
And our mouths spill, full of metal
And sleepless
I'm waiting for
A turning that
I've seen before
Blush rolled on the windowpane
And dried in the concrete
A coarse light in your eye cuts
Through your arms folded like pleats
The light hung in pieces, as flesh
Caught torn with jagged edges
And sleepless
I'm waiting for
The turning that
I answer for