Fourteen times I call your name   Fourteen times I get the same   A silent chill an empty room   And four dogs barking at the moon.   I go out to the ancient street   And spill my way through scattered light   The world is shaken at my feet   It takes me down into the night   I've seen a thousand suns set into the ground   Like a thousand born into a single sound   There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past   And there are fourteen ways of trying to make it last   Fourteen blades of melting grass   Fourteen shades tied to the mast   Fourteen tears strapped to the eye   Fourteen fears must wave goodbye   Fourteen bells must tole the day   When fourteen dreams don't fade away   There are fourteen nettles in the kiss   Fourteen feeling feel like this   Seen a thousand suns set into the ground   Like a thousand born into a single sound   There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past   There are fourteen ways of trying to make it last.   Before the dream between the fall   I wade into the twisted sand   While lovers stand against the wall   With frozen eyes and slight of hand.