Politics of Sleep - Strung Out

I awake

To the dance apparitions trapped inside my heart again

Acquiescence

Of this desire bleeding through

And I don’t know what to do

Something’s still missing through the hours

Of this inertia

And you climb the highest peak

You smoke with souls beneath the street sleepless and alive

You paraded like you had something to show

It’s gravity that keeps you down as you sleep with satellites

In the realm of light there is no time

In your disease there is no crime

Just smoke and ashes and everything we burn

The romance of the way we were

The savior the murderer

Incantations of our love divine

It’s suicide in increments of time

In our memory

Satellites at the edge of the sky will guide you home tonight