Tangle

Like a shot fired from above A hurricane just cleared the air Sent waters crashing at the bridge Terror kept us skahing but it was something to behold Standing at the gash there in the road, it was a perfect place It was meant for me It was magic but I knew it couldn't last This feeling's familiar but it's colder than before Sleeping in the hills above our own, was it always this way? Was it choice or fate? Was it motion that was keeping us alive? The breath between us One thousand voices Are tangled branches Blanched in the sun The slow smothering of a fire One limb against another One's a louse, one's a waste Quiet, crushed, invalid Cheeks flushed, tempers brim I'd go on if I could only see your face Begin to lift Begin to breath