Out in the loft we lay
Heads down against the hay
Your body pressed, is an arc
My lovely bridge in the dark
Bon fire in our lungs
Something about dry tongues
Somewhere begins to dive
Wonder if we're still alive
There's something --
I won't say
I need to get away
I can't sleep again
I'm sick but I can't stay
I'm burning in your way
I don't know you
I never knew you anyway