If you cover up your yellow bones
your bruising knots, you stick and stow,
the city grows over us.
And you spill your guts over balconies
deserted gods from the centuries.
Days to days, dusk to dust.
I found you where the daylight starts.
Now I'm going to love you in the dark.
We are just moving parts,
machine guns with heavy hearts.
The accidents didn't plan for us.
I found you where the daylight starts.
Now I'm going to love you in the dark.
...
I'm going to love you in the dark.