It's quite quiet when you reach the end
When you're lying all alone
With bones beside you, but the love is gone
And 3 a.m. comes crashing down
With nowhere to go but a breath's length away
It's quite vague when you count your thoughts
When you're peering through
With automatic wants to redeem, but our bodies block the bathroom door
And every word is a strangled gift
With love stopped dead behind teeth
It's quite lonely when you find yourself
When transcendental twirls cease
With a horror unworthy of any release, but the anchor's rust tastes so clean
And the rope is burning too much to let go
With absolutely nothing, you're set free
It's quite quiet when morning birds cry in their sleep.