Bedroom rapped in fleece Blue Bubbles Sweet smell of fog Bleeds through the roof Clouds zooming in Blue blankets We're staring at the sky There's no sound Lets not take any photographs Freeze the sky And the zodiacs Rip off our masks And let the elements react Incline of neck Pinky on the stubble The tap drips Sending echos down the hall Our tail bones have quit No blankets We're laying on the floor Listening to the sound Lets not take any photographs Freeze the sky And the zodiacs Rip off our masks And let the elements react As the harvest moon rolls back (Digital Hearth, Slow drunk on the lowlands)