Bonfire - Memoryhouse

It’s getting late, 'think I’ll turn in

The moon is out and it’s much too cold to swim

I left your photo in this pool

With all the thoughts I weave, in order to recall you… you

Out in the pale grey mothlight sky

I see my breath like ghosts too fragile to take flight

I held the photo to the light,

And traced the symmetries our fingerprints divide, divide, divide

And I’ll keep moving westward, along these streets at once ascending

Shift beneath the floorboards of our bed as you lie sleeping

Set ablaze the violet room to dissolve the memory of

All our wonder, unavenged

In silence, keep repeating

It’s the same

It’s the same

Let’s get cold together, together

Let’s get cold together, oh together

Let’s get cold together, together

Let’s get cold together, oh together