#8.2.2023

February 8, 2023 - Day 234

Timestamp: 6:08

"To give yourself over to another body.

That's all you want really.

To be out of your own and consumed by another.

To swim inside the skin of your lover.

Not to have to breathe, not to have to think.

But you can't live on love; salt water's no drink."

"Lost in the fog, these hollow hills.

Blood running hot, night chills.

Without your love, I'll be, so long and lost, are you missing me?

Is it too late to come on home?

Are all those bridges now old stone?

Is it too late to come on home?

Can the city forgive? I hear its sad song.

I need the clouds to cover me,

Pulling them down, surround me.

Without your love, I'll be, so long and lost, are you missing me?

...

It's been so long between the words we spoke!

Will you be there up on the shore? I hope.

You wonder why it is that I came home,

I figured out where I belong.

But it's too late to come on home.

Are all those bridges now old stone?

But it's too late to come on home.

Can the city forgive? I hear its sad song."

"We're dying of thirst so we feast on each other.

The sea is still our violent mother.

The blood round here pours down like water,

Each wave a lamb lead to the slaughter.

And like children that she just can’t teach,

We break, and break, and break,