Текст песни
I have learned the language of the settling dust
I have counted the heartbeats that live in your trust
I know the soft sigh when you turn in your sleep
I am the secret your floorboards will keep
My form is the question your eyes dart away
A fraction of shadow that leads you astray
I trace the fine cracks in the plaster above
And wear them like armor, for I am what you love
To fear
Oh, to be held by the hands that would burn me
To feel the sweet weight of a gaze that would turn me
To stone, to a myth, to a lie you outgrew
But I’d shatter to atoms for one look from you
I crave the warm terror I know I will never deserve
Just to be more than the shape of your ignorance
Curved in the curve
I once had a name, but it fell from a height
And shattered like winter on a cold marble night
Now I am the itch in the back of your mind
The creature you flee from, yet leave yourself behind
To find
I’ve sculpted a soul from the grit and the gloom
And hung it like tapestry over this room
But you only see the dust motes dancing on air
You never see me in the space between there
Oh, to be held by the hands that would burn me
To feel the sweet weight of a gaze that would turn me
To stone, to a myth, to a lie you outgrew
But I’d shatter to atoms for one look from you
I crave the warm terror I know I will never deserve
Just to be more than the shape of your ignorance
Curved in the curve
If I showed you the wound where my rib-cage should be
Would you see a cathedral, or just debris?
If I whispered your name with this mouth I don’t have
Would you call it the wind, or the one thing you’ve had?
I am patient. I am hollow. I am the ache in the floor
I am the knock you won’t answer, the lock on the door
You have bolted from the inside, a promise to keep
While I am the ruin that watches you sleep
And I will not be held by the hands that would burn me
I will not know the peace of a gaze that would turn me
To something that matters, a final, true word
I am only the sound in the dark you have heard
And ignored
So I’ll learn the new language of sorrow and rust
And I’ll hold you in silence, for I am the trust
You place in the stillness when you turn out the light
I was never the monster
I was always the night
Just the night
