In Backward Bloom

I could be under aimless clouds 
Or riding the ocean's wing

Holding onto wandering birds 
Pawned by an irony I can believe

A memory passes me by 
When the wind closes my eyes

The song is the same 
When I know it's coming like a surprise

Time's emotionless whisper 
Falls like an hemorrhagic rain

Washing me with my own blood
Leaving me alone against the food chain

Just tell me it will all be all right
Tell me it will all be okay

I'm spinning now 
When I stop I'm afraid it will feel the same

It keeps filing down 
Letter grooves on the cemetery concrete

Dissolving years between the dashes 
Where everything else stays

Wasted in a scar healing too fast 
It might have never been real

Click on save before you pretend 
It was always okay to be okay

When the storm passes 
I know there will be dust in the wake

Severing the cuts and bruises 
Over the rolling timber's bait

As I lay down next to you

Tell me how this all could be true

And there will be an end to this 
Impossible fall of yesterday

This is the fog of the light 

Of the moon of the wound tonight

This is the fog of the light 

Of a knife to the throat tonight

The is the fog of the knife

Of the moon of all we wrote off tonight

This is the fog of the light 

Of the moon in backward bloom tonight