Heavy Ceiling

Thought I’d seen the last of you, falling again I’m a roof and I need sun to fit under our dime Thought it was the sky, thought the cracked plaster was night Chips and pain reflected light, light upon you Thought the water wave was fine Blending in with ice on heavy Out in the woods in the pouring rain Our telephones will never ring Our telephones will never ring Is this the worst place you could be? Stuck beneath me, buried deep Hope this wasn’t what you dreamt Elbows up and trying to breathe I thought you were the moon Flying sideways like you do Eyes craters small and blue shining brightly Looking simple and surreal Talking in your sleep, saying goodnight! Out in the woods in the pouring rain Our telephones well they never ring Our telephones well they never ring Out in the woods in the pouring rain Our telephones will never ring Our telephones will never ring I must have fallen on you! I must have fallen on you! I must have fallen on you!