New song.

BEDCLOTHES

I want to throw the glassy from your eyes

I want you to ask me inside

And beat our fists against what we compose 

Our voices rise against the walls

We gnash our fangs and show our claws

While we’re here building battlements out of bedclothes

What ever happened to transformation?

Lost I guess in considerations

Made to benefit our sides

Everything gets pigeonholed

And everything is getting old

And everyone we know sleeps soundly through the night

I want to throw the glassy from your eyes

I want you to ask me inside

I want you to tie my wrists up with your hair

I want you there

Tangled in the bedclothes
I want you breathing in the dark
I want your heart
I want to wear each other out
I want to love you right out loud
Tangled in the bedclothes

I hope you’re coming along fine

I hope you’re coming along alright

I hope you scream

I hope you scream

I hope you scream