Everything is burning

And so beautifully hopeless

Behind a thickening fog

That turns the streetlights into

Something like those dying stars

I always see in your obsidian eyes

When everything comes down

Not to what we say

But the way we say it

Whatever the story is of a night like this

I tell you it’s a hundred years

Whispering back and forth in the dark

Of a city that forgot we were here

I tell you it’s about nothing

But the running water of your voice

Explaining a loneliness so pristine

It only ever happens like this

Lying skin to skin, breath to breath

Never feeling your strong, silent pulse

But it’s enough to know it’s there

And let it be enough to keep me alive tonight