Don’t question what you hear/
That’s just a gas leak/
Bestill and dream with me/
Let the vapors close your throat/
And the friction of my words pressed against your ears/
Filling your sinuses with thin blood/
How it coats and coats your withered skin/
And I will never let your hand slip away/
Fade away from mine/
Like a force that separates us from what we intend/
We don’t have to fight now we can pretend/
Don’t question what you saw/
I have to end it to remove that revelation/
Bestill and forgive me/
Let me rest your body in the frozen ground/
And the friction of the earth will convert/
Pushing through your head into decay/
How it bloats and soaks your dead skin/
And I will never let your hand slip away/
Fade away from mine/
Like a force that magnetizes us from what we invent/
We don’t have to fight in the end//
Written by Baz
4th September 2009
