So we rose, too close;   overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried...   to keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide.      In and out   of season, warm armed   sleeves do harm the skin;   We waste on lost wishes we cannot win.      So you pinched rose   the parts that you hold,   in swollen palms;   The charms, in blood, warm a frozen bell's alarm.      On, undone,   the song rings wrong...   with pleas for keys, I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.      Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...   Calls, calls, echoes fall; an anniversary away...   Calls, calls, echoes stall... an anniversary away;   and save all these hours that we wait.      To start murmured hearts,    and amplify the marks;   From questions left to scar...   the patterns I depart.      For beds better made, in a city to be named,   by the one with the face, I tried to escape.      Our lost wishes know we cannot chase.   One played calm; a song strings along    the pleas for keys; I turn to hear you sing a false reprise.      Of errors made, in short; sprints to safer shores,   far from troubled lure... of the head I adore.      To save sealed mouths, in letters I misspelled;   What signs can only tell, take care if it helps.      Start murmured hearts, and amplify the marks   from questions left to scar, the patterns I depart.      For beds better made, in a city to be named   by the one with the face; I tried to escape...      I tried to escape.