Fever days are here Blackout memory encompassing Glamor casts a light on what is secret Limited to none on this sterile ground we walk You remind me of something I’ve lost
I can’t give anything I am only a fleeting thought
Room of many bodies, still no one that I could talk to A million faces here, but I can only pick out a few Through the photographs, joy encircling I found you down by the waterfront Victim of underhand, so subordinate All of your time is the only thing you've got I'm a slave to odds, giving everything I've got You remind me of something I'm not
I can feel you breathing into me Our existence separates I can feel you now, near and hollowed out Our existence separates
