To the better parts of me--to corruption and disease
They are swinging from the branches
I'm hiding in the leaves
It's a tiring desire. It makes me want to stay
Say I'll be right here forever, but all of that could change
So we put these thoughts to rest
In the cold parts of my bed
In the calming of your hands
Through the cracks in your demands
To the better parts of you
Sweating blood into your tomb
Were you talking to yourself or
Howling at the moon?
It gets you fired up for change
and the steps I can't retrace
Left us wandering your house
And redefining grace
So we put these thoughts to rest
In the cold parts of my bed
In the calming of your hands
Through the cracks in your demands
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