Hide your face from the sun
Can you hear the warping of sound through the dawn
Hold my hand, Marta
Rain falling on mimosas falling down
Count your cells
While I count silence
Can I hold the shadows I found in your eyes, in your breath
Hide yourself from the sun
This empty madness
This silence in water
Coming on through the songs we both know
Coming on through the skin dead and pristine
Close your eyes and fall asleep
I'll take your glasses off and fall through the dawn
Hold my hand, Marta
Can you hear the song coming on through the storm
Would you color my dreams as I wait in our mess
Silence repeating in this dark hemisphere
Crawling on
Crawling on
Crawling on
Crawling on