Fourteen times I call your name Fourteen times I get the same A silent chill an empty room And four dogs barking at the moon. I go out to the ancient street And spill my way through scattered light The world is shaken at my feet It takes me down into the night I've seen a thousand suns set into the ground Like a thousand born into a single sound There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past And there are fourteen ways of trying to make it last Fourteen blades of melting grass Fourteen shades tied to the mast Fourteen tears strapped to the eye Fourteen fears must wave goodbye Fourteen bells must tole the day When fourteen dreams don't fade away There are fourteen nettles in the kiss Fourteen feeling feel like this Seen a thousand suns set into the ground Like a thousand born into a single sound There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past There are fourteen ways of trying to make it last. Before the dream between the fall I wade into the twisted sand While lovers stand against the wall With frozen eyes and slight of hand.
