Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes.
See this rolling wave, darkly coming, to take me, home.
And I’ve never been so alone, and I’ve never been so alive.
Give me your wrists and I’ll erase the scars with my tongue;
hand me your heart
and I’ll slip you my lungs.
losing through you what seemed myself,
i find selves unimaginably mine;
beyond sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:
yours is the darkness of my soul’s return
you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
I end up with holes in my chest.