Morning light in the distance
Wake up tread water
The same corpses in the papers
I break the cup between my fingers
Red warmth
I take another sip of coffee
After all, it would be
Enough to feel something
I'm delicate without warmth
In a state of waiting for something
Sympathetic, metaphorical
Just another moment of ritual
We could do this forever
Waves in the water
Nobody out of rhythm
Stolen peace in the post office line
Fortune of nobody on the street
Maybe you didn't feel lost
After all, it would be
Enough to feel something
A long time thawing
Waiting without feeling
I'd give myself up and then
I'm delicate without warmth
In a state of waiting for something
Sympathetic, metaphorical
Just another moment of ritual
We could do this forever
We could do this forever
We could do this forever
We could do this forever...