So chemically sentimental A kiss in place of sucking our thumbs As children bloomed of wild vegetation We get good and drunk Suspend like smoke in the sun Recall a nature of floating There's so much hanging at the bottom Love's transient thread Weaves the loudness and silence And I hum to its meditation Of chaos and confessions of Fading in lust Dirtied by its dust Let's not talk our failures We have not forgotten them It's not love But something like love Huddled under covers Eyes indebted to the sun Dust floating in the light There's so much hanging at the bottom Love's transient thread Weaves the loudness and silence And I hum to its meditation Of chaos and confessions of Fading in lust Dirtied by its dust Love's transient thread Weaves the loudness and silence And I hum to its meditation Of chaos and confessions of So much hanging at the bottom