Taking a blue staircase to the flex of midnight
The old storm cellar with the heavy latch
Sitting on a curb of no future
Falling backward into the safety of a tire swing
Massive moonlight in the laundromat
In a lake in a desert
Below decks on the black sea
At the bottom of the cold steps of all our thoughtful seats
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
Don't run
Don't hide
Don't pull and don't push
Stay inside
Above a chimney in a bat colony
Under a wedding canopy
Far beneath the game floorboards
In a darkened hollow horse
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
Whatever the time difference
Wherever you're found
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
I dream of my waking life
I dream of my waking life
I dream of my waking life