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Fevers The

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets And they will sell them for nothing A cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off And the sad act

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning When you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly From the space between your bed and walls

The phone slips from a loose grip Words were missed, then some apology I didn't want to tell you this No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with

You follow the footsteps Echoes leading down the hall To a room, there's music playing Tiny bells with moving parts Here the shadows make things ugly

Now and again It seems worse than it is But mostly the view is accurate You see your breath in the air As you climb up the stairs To that coffin you call

There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street

Tomorrow when I wake up, I?m finding my brother And making him take me back down to the water That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father

Ninnghizhidda - open my eyes Ninnghizhidda - hear my cries Plumed serpent of the deep Plumed serpent of the gate I command - come before me I command -

I was cold in a dream somewhere close to the surface Between the ice and the stream there is three inches of air So I swam towards the light I let my