Sound of Turning

Are you taking rest in this flight?
Enough so you're not cornered into cricketing every night
Hell, I was deafened by the sound of your body turning onto the right

We're faced in our mourning
No need to be kept warm in the middle of June
If I keep drinking from these bloody hands
Mixing with my spit and feeding it back to you

Maybe I'm gonna lose
Maybe I'm gonna lose

Do not let me be delivered, my love
Everything around you moves
As the poet steals the wind and leaves his sun
Everything around you moves

I have been a boy
To be testing your aches
When I wake up with no feet
Melting the gold around the letters we share
Good things still come in threes

Breathing like a strangler
Makes eternity king
I must brace both my knees in the metal of our ground
Pray the center will speak

Do not let me be delivered, my love
Everything around you moves
As the poet steals the wind and leaves his sun
Everything around you moves
Do not let me be delivered, my love
Everything around you moves

After the sadness
My blood boils colder
Waves like a hand moves through waterlines
Laughter is patient
I won't wear my fury
Becoming a warrior in the dawn
After the sadness
My blood boils colder
Time is ideas we pass upon
Laughter is patient
I won't wear my fury
Becoming a warrior in the dawn

Do not let me be delivered, my love
Everything around you moves
Do not let me delivered, my love
Everything around you moves