We Get Down

We get down from the highway where I have been sent to keep you from resting
You’re the one in the burning house
We get down to the basement where the music they are making, accompanies the
chasing
We’re the ones in the burning house
Not a fire, a light that surrounds the sort of heat when something’s begun
Before this I felt with no one
We get down to a sunrise, when all the air has passed from your lungs into mine
And life hangs like a cloud in the sky
We get up and get angry when the light comes early but misses us entirely
Can we stretch the nights of our lives into a shade that softens the light?
As the moon is ate by the sun
Before this I saw with no one
If I could, I’d make up a world as foggy as I feel, and tender as a nerve
The glass of our heads, upon which we stood, and said if I could I’d break
these doubting words in your head
I would break this doubting world from our head
If I could, I would tear this love from no one