Lyrics

This bodied water becomes A landscape of paint Under the dying sun Brought by our blinking eyes Brought by our blinking eyes As effigies of a foreseeable future Tend to the frayed edges of his heart As effigies of a foreseeable future Tend to the frayed edges of his heart Memories meander aimlessly Struggling to assemble reason He should be further along But the same roads seem so different, traveling home His dreaming eyes Stare through their lids Across the bed And through her chest Into her heart How a sleeping embrace Can bring him back Every time Every time Every time