the solitude of our vibration
the humming of the cyclical combustion

oh god I wish I was with you right now
the voices in my head
negotiating all of these commitments as I lay awake alone, my kingly bed
I have these waking dreams of being close enough to hear your sounds

a lonely lord my mind imagines all the world a conflagration
burn the fucker down
grab your pitchfork and the angry mob,
together we can turn the blaze onto the shady streets within our little towns
how I'd love to be just close enough to feel your burning energy, the golden harmony,

the solitude of our vibration
the humming of the cyclical combustion

I can smell your smoke from here
I can see you staring in the mirror

hear the hesitation in your tears
taste the bread we break while in a war against our fears

the strongest human who I may have ever drawn near
from all the times you called me cute I still have ringing in my ears

oh my god how I do wish that our controlled combustion shook right though the bedpost
to my room
the warming royal resonance
my soul, in step cannot but lie awake a little restless since
I wish that you were here,
you look so beautiful adorned in all the piercing echoes of the silent moon