We're always crying to somewhere costly
When you're always lying in bed
I'm lively when you're lovely

They mean no death date
I'm wrong, there is something
Peering and holding, I have a leveled gaze

They're always washing for someone lively
Claire, I'm always waiting
I'm here, going through some changing

I hear it cracking
Nearby, I see glistening
Utterly exhausted, balanced on the erosion

Closed by the feather, clarity is marked
My lover, my flower
I've listed our marks

Sedated, so much melody
Cold closet that storms my bones
You're sweeping them slowly
The oceans final hours