spit shine sonata

I lost my voice
in the fire.
I burned my eyes
staring at your eclipse.
I was just a child.
My father's favorite.
My father's favorite.
Such delicate arms
keep reaching toward
the horizon.
As we keep starving for
this beauty,
we are sick with distance.
Grieving
for his failure .
We are sick with distance.
Starving
for this beauty.
We are sick with distance.
You keep me
on my knees
waiting for
waiting for
You keep me
on my knees
mummified
in your arms.
You keep me
on my knees
waiting for
begging for
This is the last chance that you will get
to breathe my name
into his chest.
I lost my voice
in the fire.
I burned my eyes
staring at your eclipse.
I was just a child.
My father's favorite.
Such delicate arms
keep reaching toward
the horizon.
Only the deaf find peace.
Only the blind won't reach.
Only the deaf find peace.
Only the blind won't reach.