[03:40.420]The floor you walk on is smooth.
[03:43.320]There is no ground there.
[03:45.470]Magic begins with blood.
[03:47.940]Outside, there are trees,
[03:49.890]With concrete under their roots.
[03:52.730]But I have passed the tombs of kings,
[03:56.560]Regaled them with pacing,
[03:59.270]checked bins for food and wrappings.
[04:01.500]I have scoured the seas for miles,
[04:05.790]cloaked my face with ash.
[04:08.260]My fingertips opening,
[04:10.140]accepting my time.
[04:12.0]
[04:12.600]The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
[04:16.370]
[04:20.500]For me, I am your sorrow
[04:26.560]Calling in your dreams
[04:35.840]For me, I am your shadow
[04:42.520]Howling in the streets
[04:45.280]
[05:00.700]Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
[05:19.260]And steel myself for the familiar.
[05:21.310]Your eyes
[05:21.950]Will not settle, a hunger.
[05:23.600]You re be happier in your grave.
[05:25.300]When we meet, share stories,
[05:27.630]you stretch me. I see,
[05:30.420]I see a semi-circle of teeth.
[05:32.500]
[05:33.550]The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
[05:39.780]For me, I am your sorrow
[05:46.570]Calling in your dreams
[05:52.400]
[05:55.520]For me, I am your shadow
[06:02.270]Howling in the streets
[06:05.500]