Every time I sing
You say that I'm gas-lighting
Falsifying a private Thermidor

Your love was a warm wind
And me an empty sail
I collapse to the kitchen floor

When I wish I was never born
My mother tells me
I wasn't born so much as excreted
But this emptiness is a gift
I'm free to write the future
An empty man undefeated

I think I've found the cure
Make sure you're living
A quarter of your waking life
In the present
And the rest I'll spend remembering
Scorching our feet on the sand
And the tires of our bikes
On wet cement

We were sparklers in the night
And even now your resting face
Cannot conceal the light

Your love was a warm wind
As the world you left
It falls away
And an island rises into sight