There have been hearts of mine that have cracked under the weight of easy love. They hold a melody that I have hummed over and over. Sometimes it begins slow,Β Β like waves crashing on an empty shore. Sometimes they haunt like a ship with a sail set fire. I wonder where I will find the next incarnation because I am starting to tire. The faint ring of intoxication has all but left my soul dy. I hold a heart who screams in anguish at herself and every lover. I home a soul too big for this body, And she craves a song to live by.