i cry all the time in bed with you while you're asleep or looking away from me (as you often are) i cry in the middle of the satin night awaking from a dream where it's daytime and we spend ourselves under the sun sitting on a park bench drinking coffee talking
i cry because morning is arriving knocking and i'll have to go because i can't have you because you are the dream and i am not yours
i cry because loving you is falling off a mountain into a volcanic storm
my love is black and wet i cry at night in bed with you