Heart Is Strange

Lately the days

Feel more like spirits to chase

My nights are full of strangers

And even stranger ends

My love, there comes a time in everything

When these silent grips become ingrained

As the grooves assembled on your skin

The machine of will

That shakes me constantly

Makes the silence behind me

Snarl like a swarm of bees

My love, the heart is strange and dissonant

I know I should be happier now

Than I've ever been

But stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skin

Darling, you've got to shake this

Shape you've been drifting in

Oh I used to think that this rage was living

But that movement feigns a lull so deceiving

When nothing has changed in your life

My love, there comes a time in everything

When these silent grips become ingrained

As the grooves assembled on your skin