can you hear me, I’m alive inside of you
you asked for the truth and I told you,
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
but you made your choice, so sleep now in the fire
sleep now in the fire, sleep now in my fire
and right outside this lazy summer house
there is a child sleeping in his tomb
those noisy rooms and passion pants
searching for something to say
but you know I’m here,
everybody knows I’m here
the pictures go out in a rush of wind
I get the shakes in my thigh bone, shivers in my knee bone
you bounce against my rectangular night
I fall sleep within your spherical light
shakin all over, shakin all over
and where do we go from here,
which is the way that’s clear…
I can’t be good no more, once like I did before
your lonely voice calls out from across the starlit coast
but you made your choice, so sleep now in the fire
sleep now in the fire, sleep now in my fire
