(Verlaine)<br />
Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind,<br />
Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands.<br />
My tongue, it clattered like tin, My eyes repeat. They take my seat.<br />
Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat.<br />
We leaned in the cold, holding our breath, watching the corners turn corners.<br />
Coins on the table, the cards in the air, the face at the window kept smiling.<br />
Storms all that winter we stayed locked away.<br />
Waiting. Watching. Falling.<br />
End of the street. Horizon retreats.<br />
You ran with it. I wish I could.<br />
Sleep is not sleep. My eyes repeat.<br />
You take the voltage that watches you weep.<br />
You caught the voice. I listen close.<br />
All I heard was the echoes.<br />
Praise emptiness.<br />
Her rose-colored dress.<br />
Her circling motions.<br />
Praise emptiness.<br />
Everything scattered, nothing was missed.<br />
We took our house in the fire.