Send me to bed
Leave the shakes in my head
I know, I know that you’re not losing

Taking my hands
From my side
Swelling over with heart

Face is flushed red
Turning darker and still
You won’t, won’t let up

If this is the best I can do
Then I guess this is love

You are a dead ringer
For every millionth face displaced in public transit
In a room full of bated landsharks
You are the only thing that kills me

Feels like I’m playing it over when it’s never happened
When I’m alone, you’re there with me, you break through the static
And when you touch me it’s knowing that skin upon skin makes the heart die fondly
Is this an act of desire or an act of love?

I’ll be the one left to hold you close in the night
Entwined in the bedsheets, all comfortable, everything alright, ‘cause

You are a dead ringer
For every millionth face displaced in public transit
In a room full of bated landsharks
You are the only thing

You are an image, an idea, an anticipation
A being to leave me with all complications
I’m sleepless, I’m silent, paralysis breaks me
Don’t dare close my eyes because that’s when you take me whole

You take me whole
You take me


All of the things that I do, I do them for you
Part of me feels like it is up to you
And if I let myself think, I’m thinking of you
All of this can’t add up to me and you