the sky is like the radio
so staticky and full of talk
but in the twilight time
with a swirl, a flash, it stops

the clarity is blinding
before the clouds form
this sharpness is an ending
to what we knew we'd known

the water came and filled up the drain
in the city square
and we all became sea-life
breathing the flood like air

and we swallowed the bubbles of our fellows
to live and love here
and our houses are built out of things we can't sell
to protect us from our surface fear

the sky is like the radio
tune into the deep
and in the twilight time
how differently we sleep

we'd never felt like floating
for all the weight we'd lost
this feeling is a beginning
to what we know

and all our graves
will be watery
and our ashes will be scattered in the sea
we'll have no need to cry for the fallen

and we swallowed the bubbles of our fellows
to live and love here
and our houses are built out of things we can't sell
to protect us from our surface fear

the sky is like the radio
so staticky and full of talk
but in the twilight time
with a swirl, a flash

you're so incorporeal tonight
you're so i can see my hands through you
do you wish that you were a ghost
to explain yourself, explain yourself

you're so incorporeal tonight
you try to touch, but you can't touch
do you wish that you were asleep
to explain yourself, explain yourself

and do you really matter?
and does it really matter?
are you hard up for matter?
does it matter to be matter?

i want to see
your bones
hard and hollow
beneath a flawed exterior

i want to see
your bones
gleaming and blurred
in gray and white

when your skin gives way
through the bruises and marks
left by body's confusion
of size and shape

i want to see
your bones separately
connected to the weight
on your burdened shoulders

i want to see
your bones
without a reminder
of distance and time

when your eyes give way
to colors and shadows
so often confused
with meaning and answers