I am traveling through rooms and constellations
Dancing over broken mirrors
Shouting my name into cathedrals of transient space
Where we are trafficking in memory
And the future is a loop of a dirty picture
Speculations on markets of unknown currency
Every page unwritten, every breath new
So oh my love, please don’t cry
I’ll be there when I get there

Still there are ghosts in my bones
Shadows and ashes
Fragmented pieces of you that visit me in my sleep
I dreamed I offered you a ride, for old time’s sake
Your pink fingers pressed against my back
The other hand around my waist

You’re always here like a rubber band, pushing pulling
But here in this hotel room is the only truth I can hold on to
Now, not never
Not yesterday, not tomorrow
Not same, not different
Not lost, not found
‘Cause today is the only day