Under the clear bell of weariness
Too heavy to scuttle from the walls
With the crumb-seekers
I'll sink into the sick, sweet lead
Which holds all love
Whole but frozen
In timeless foreclosure
And I'll find, somewhere in the house
(Soon, now, in this exact light)
Your first glance
Tripping a chord through my nerves (Tripping a chord through my nerves
Through my nerves)
If I couldn't feel your lamp burning
I don't know how I could ever rest
If I couldn't feel your lamp burning
I don't know how I could ever rest
If I couldn't rest, I wouldn't wake to find your lamp burning
And know how it is
Nesting in the eaves
I come to rest