Conjured heat through open vents
Takes some of the chill
Lying naked under three thick blankets
Counting, counting, counting
Inventory in your mind
These are the gods I worship
Sound, verse, melody, harmony
***, passion, ******, afterglow
Exalted above the detritus that is
Everything else in my life
No one that loves or cares anymore
Specks of dust in my eye
I don't have expectations for the next moment
I only try to remember what this song
Reminds me of
The kind of man I once was before
I catalogued every fault and error
Before the stone became too heavy
The nights spent alone in the country
An easy target for thieves who had no idea
How powerless I'd become