Living with Sound

Eating vegetables, your throat
When you lie, your eye and finger tips
Your shivering naked back and belly
You can't get out of your own head
Thanks to the mysterious magnetism
And the physics of your dreams
I sneak into your heart
To turn you into a woman who cannot live without me
It's crafty work
I can hear the whistles of the sunken ships
At the bottom of the ocean
The sound of the dancing drum at the festival of the dead
I can hear it
You hold your hands over your ears
It must be hard to eat like that
At the time when you fall asleep
The moon will grow silent and sag
It will sink to into the darkness of space
This is the tragedy of the universe