My head hurts, but this song is a dream
1 a.m. under the dark night sky
I am a cavity drinking my lover\'s spit
A reactor writing lines one thousand times
An explosion of treasured memories
Open body with every trench-deep autopsy
In this pool of plastic water the light sheds voices
Calling out my name
Flowers growing from the incision of flesh
I miss him like I knew him, immortal Oscar
Surfing through vines like a two-headed boy
Playing that Neutral Milk Hotel, double-edged lies
Silent when I hear the pang of bells
I hold a million smiles inside, loving you fondly
I\'ve spent a life planting these seeds of devotion
On the run from my demons, I stumbled across
A light radiant in the centre of my chest
There I was, an injured bird, bleeding since 98
Crying since I made my exit from the womb
Never knowing how to connect the dots
Reminders on post-it notes
I am the clouds and you\'re the sunburst
The visceral undertow bearing seeds
With every flaw in design and every muse
The waves of sandalwood are getting higher
Higher than trees, we respond to pheromones like gasoline
Riding the Ferris wheel of life, in our haunted dreams
We are blue and hoping
Seagulls in the teal of washed-out seafoam
In that daze of oyster milk and golden hour syrup
Dreamy blue romantic nostalgia
Two lovers in a field, looking out at the lake
White skin with pink cheeks, never been more brave
Candy-coated when I\'m with you, my fears slip away
You fill me with love like an abandoned flagon
Our five-star romance is softer than challis
Softer than footprints in snow
Colliding bodies of ecstasy wondering
Where do the days go?
It smells better when you play with it
Get a little engaged with it, carried away with it
Love it and want to kill it
Stick a needle in it, spit on it and kiss it
Forever after and you drown it in beach static
Floating balloons in shadows, so dreamy up here
In this ether, in the winter of my bedroom
So optimistic, so pessimistic, such a contradiction
I fall to my knees and pray to him like a God
Tongue-tied, I listen to him like a song
The echo of soft rain falling in autumn
The burning orange of a thousand suns
The words of a thousand fathers, dove-white
In my Crystal Palace, I\'m in love with you
In love with drunken nights, all those wild times
Memories I can\'t leave behind
Written all over your face, no stars in between
Heavy breath, preserved in silicate
Caring man with arms full of children, loving
The spur of the moment, the open door, dying in trenches
Paintings when they are surrealistic
Put your head to sleep in the cover of a magazine
Letters unfinished, twisting the knife
Arising from the scape of something I can\'t explain.