To Withstand the Force of Storms

Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter, sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete

Oh, when will you realize this city makes you real?
Oh, when will you realize your demons make you real?
When will you realize?
Your demons make you real

Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin
And kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
In the winter, sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete

It’s the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress
It's the way my hands felt

I am transparent
I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts
I am transparent

Oh dear God
Oh my God

Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
The first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you
In a soundproof room, in a windowless world
Keep your voice down or dull your words
Then put on your bedroom face for him
All pursed lips and half-closed eyes
With pink-stained skin
Screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses
Screaming
For dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive
For dead legs come alive

Oh dear God, there is no excuse for me
Oh dear God, what have I done?

I still love you
But I don't love myself