Though I try to remind myself every morning
That I am stretched by leagues, over lakes, in basins deep
Bare land and huddled trees
No great knowing awakes me now
In comforting
No distance longs to be born(e) of
No new longing
Track Name: Feverhead
Put your fingers in the edges of my eyes
If I've been lost to the self that I defined
And the coldness that you hold will be encompassed by the whole
Bring my fever down and I will feel alright
This hollow way of mine
Is always creeping up behind
Who I hope to hold and welcome into me
but I know better than to hope
For some everlasting whole
I will hold my arms out graciously and blind