The Blankets Were the Stairs - Sunny Day Real Estate

Lost myself

When pain from your

Heart left its trace

In written words

Held like a seam

I have no hand to heal

I can’t imagine

Your emotions

Wrapped around

Inferior

Hold that iron

Inferior

My hand to heal

Your wounds won’t heal

My longing for your warm embrace

Why can’t it see

The thinking to me

My sense of one is open

Time to run

And drink like Astiocles

So sideways

Late again

My breathing is leaving after yours

Stay one time

Holding things I know you’re asking for

You’re always there

Inferior

My time to let it go

My brother

Hold that iron

Time to collide

Your face is strong

Your eyes want to unfold

Inside of me

Late again

My breathing is leaving after yours

Stay one time

Holding things I know you’re asking for

Throw away

For these things can go no longer