You are my blanked out pages 

All the wasted spaces 

The old weapons vanished 

Spit blood at dawn, closed forever 



You're an ivory icon 

Held in glass, captive 

You're a falling column 

Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight 



He was upside down and drifting in an 

Endless ocean of night 

The terror came in waves, each one 

Pushing him further from the shore 



You are a fractured mirror 

Silver paper in the wind 

A desperate measure 

Sharp little circuits of fever 



I can feel the unslept hours 

See all the traces 

I can hear the ticking of clocks 

Old record running down 

You can't replace it 

You get distracted by the sound 



He hears an ocean in the dial tone 

Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down 

He wants to believe that he doesn't exist 

He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at once 



We'll fill the blanked out page 

We'll burn the traces 

We'll turn the unslept hours to days 

Old record running down 

We'll flip it over and sing the songs 

We've never heard.