




“Blood rush in the hazy glow, my hands, your bones…
As we get down in the world below caught up in an overflow, my hands, your bones…
Wide eyed, you look at me set on fire in a silver dreamMake a spark, break the dark find a light with me
Who we are chasing stars?”
Strange to see you in front of me.
Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven’t been in years.