It's the last lighted seam of a dreamy week forgive your solemn day I twiddle my thumbs at the rag I've become and wait for the world within
cause all I need is the night as me steed and a kiss to serve as my shield cause it's comfort and ease on evenings like these that turn all my poisons prose well it's strange and divine with my hand on your spine it's a secret that keeps me from sinnin'
for each dreamy week I�ll jostle my drink and stumble towards Seraphim but all I want is your feather jaw at rest on my shivering shoulders cause it's beautiful sights that soften my eyes and my darling you're one tonight
