But now his hand rests on your leg
like mine did;
like mine did.

This night is so surreal.
Lovers split upon the seam of time,
but in my mind we were drowning
long before you drove west
and showed the sunlight how to fade.

How much like me is he?
I see the hints between his skin.
I see the simple subtleties.

God, I've changed.
Dear God, I've changed.

Darkness breathes like an iron lung,
fills the ache beautifully.

I think I want to be alone again.

I think I want to just be me.

(I wonder if you could ever understand.)

And does anybody know the truths I'm starting to hold inside?
Who's in love, in love, in love?
Who's in love with love?

If only I could draw a door that held what I want to hold.
It'd lead into a blistering star at the edge inside a vacuum.
I'd tear the satin walls away with claws that could caress, just the same.

And there, behind, would be the truth
of how I hope I'll feel when I can say
"I'm in love with you."

I'll just have to pray it's not one sided,
or I might die before I try again.

I might just die from heartache.