And we still decorate clocks,
we grow up inside them
like they wash blackness or even sun away.
while the surface of my thirteen steps is melting
i see your eyes undercovered,
we're so afraid of being caught in sleep
but we still set the same alarms
the same times
the same crossed-fingers
the same bed
we all share the same shame.
So we came into fire tonight
to watch water come back again, rushing.
but it never feels the same
composing a sound so blue.