Carving Oswego

So this is how it is without your love
So this is perfectly fitting
That I sense your body rising up
You're a comfort to taste but I wake to no one there

So you're tracing over all these curves cut in you
So you traced then all to me
And I'm afraid that it's out on me
And it's all so clear now
The word is out on me
That I'll finally be found

Somebody's tracing over
Somebody's dragging over
Somebody's tracing over me

This is how it is without you
You are the tap that's reaching me
Volcano eyes that keep me warm
I turn for heat but I wake to no one there

So you've traced my number
So you've gathered it all up
So you're catching up to me

Tracing on the line that made me free