Sleep With the Door Open

At a time Reserved for wind and for wild things I left my house Out through the thin light parade Of the rain And then there's your skin on my skin Still on my top lip I shan't dive in to whatever we call it Moving like a beast in the dark Keep the door open Outside it's raining Nothing was broken so while I was waking Nothing hurt and everything was beautiful Movement here still Nothing here will be effected Replay, red, blue, and green What a scene What a man What a night How to be living Or dying, or something like Meeting in passing Lovers in transit Upstairs they're dancing to some kind of music That I don't think I've ever heard before A rose on your pillow To take where you will go A stain of a hand on the skin of a man Who'll claim to have never been touched There are some things that a morning can't erase So blow, wind, blow, get back into bed cold There are some things that a morning can't erase So blow, wind, blow, get back into bed cold