Track Six

Say it got late

on that one.

That life-giver one.

Hanging weightless from the wound

in a half-light.

Taken up I could hold him

when all falls away.

Prayed into each other

you stood in the air

And the ceiling are rising and falling.

The ceiling are shining and slow

peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go.

And the ceiling are rising and falling.

The ceiling are shining and slow

peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go.