Why do you have to act so tough?
Why do you have to go into the cold without your gloves on?
Why does the oil paint solidify when everything should remain in pure flux?
Got a drawing of her laying naked in my bed, the sweetest crucifixion
Used to moan my name, used to laugh my name, used to say my name
Empty bottle left in the kitchen floor
Taunts me to chase the river to where the dark days grow
There's a secret in the water, there's a hidden hymn buried in the ether
I'm just too numb to feel it, I'm just too dumb to hear it
Old lover, hang your dresses out to dry
Display them like religious signs
I'm standing in this blinding light
Surrounded by senseless white
Somehow the wind finds the spaces
That leave the buttons of my coat
And, suddenly, your name
Blossoms in my tongue