Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes   With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows   All the windows are open   All of the low lights glow   And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float   And wash out to the street down below   And when I die, then I’ll sleep in the sides of clouds   Over the mountains   I’ll hover above your house   You’ll hear me haunting   You’ll hear my cries and howls   Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth   It feels like the end of the world inside you   When this sweetness infinitely holds us   And I fall into you   The hex on my heart made it harder and harder   To finally find you   You and your sister   Alone in the upstairs room   Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon   Were you surprised when you started to see   Right through her skin and the things she said to you?   You know the whole family eventually all went blind   Or their vision got blurry   Simply a bad blood line   I won’t be angry when I lose my eyes   My hands will have mapped out the world by that time   And my sight,   It might forget what to do when the things   That I’ve seen and I’ve been   When they come back for me   The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers   And I’ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain   When I lose my eyes there will be something more   Something my vision was far too afraid of   When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling   And braying my singing was made of before   When I lose my hands there will be brand new words   And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you   When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout   Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end.