Dirt on the Bed

Trust in love

Just as you are

Reaching without watching

The switches on the wall

Sound doesn't go away

In habitual silence

It reinvents the surface

Of everything you touch

As you mouth my name

I'm older than glass

I'm kicking at the corner

Recycling air

Dirt on the bed (Here)

Dirt on the bed (Here, here)

For all I know

I might not suffer

A resurrection

That's always been true

On repeat

Without a function

And no confession

Recycling air

Dirt on the bed (Here)

Dirt on the bed (Here, here)

Dirt on the bed (Here)

Dirt on the bed (Here, here)