So we rose, too close; Overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried... To keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide. In and out Of season, warm armed Sleeves do harm the skin; We waste on lost wishes we cannot win. So you pinched rose The parts that you hold, In swollen palms; The charms, in blood, warm a frozen bell's alarm. On, undone, The song rings wrong... With pleas for keys, I turn to hear you sing a false reprise. Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away... Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away... Calls, calls, echoes stall... an anniversary away; And save all these hours that we wait. To start murmured hearts, And amplify the marks; From questions left to scar... The patterns I depart. For beds better made, in a city to be named, By the one with the face, I tried to escape. Our lost wishes know we cannot chase. One played calm; a song strings along The pleas for keys; I turn to hear you sing a false reprise. Of errors made, in short; sprints to safer shores, Far from troubled lure... of the head I adore. To save sealed mouths, in letters I misspelled; What signs can only tell, take care if it helps. Start murmured hearts, and amplify the marks From questions left to scar, the patterns I depart. For beds better made, in a city to be named By the one with the face; I tried to escape... I tried to escape.