When I Lose My Eyes - Saturday Looks Good To Me

Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes

With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows

All the windows are open

All of the low lights glow

And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float

And wash out to the street down below

And when I die, then I’ll sleep in the sides of clouds

Over the mountains

I’ll hover above your house

You’ll hear me haunting

You’ll hear my cries and howls

Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth

It feels like the end of the world inside you

When this sweetness infinitely holds us And I fall into you

The hex on my heart made it harder and harder

To finally find you

You and your sister

Alone in the upstairs room

Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon

Were you surprised when you started to see

Right through her skin and the things she said to you?

You know the whole family eventually all went blind

Or their vision got blurry

Simply a bad blood line

I won’t be angry when I lose my eyes

My hands will have mapped out the world by that time

And my sight,

It might forget what to do when the things

That I’ve seen and I’ve been

When they come back for me The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers

And I’ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain

When I lose my eyes there will be something more

Something my vision was far too afraid of When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling

And braying my singing was made of before

When I lose my hands there will be brand new words

And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you

When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout

Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end.