I'm crawling deeper in this hole where it's too cramped to move like you donAnd where the echoes blend my words into a language of their ownnAnd I think the corners I am turning dull my lantern to the outsidenAnd the less that you remember me, the more this path is overgrownnAnd the way back is just a lucky breaknThat connects me to the dressing up of melodynThe bite of infidelitynAnd I'd long to swallow one more old songnPretending that I have a chance to make you carenAbout this failing solitairenWhere I'm in here and you're out therennBecause I'm crawling deeper innInto my own skinnWhere there's no one to chase awaynOr to guess the next thing that I saynI'm invisible to younTo your bird's eye viewnI know the angle all too wellnIt's how I saw before I fellnBut now it's not so hard to tellnI'm crawling deeper in myselfnnAnd these corridors are veined with every word we've ever spoken nAnd the story that they tell is just a wheel within a wheelnAnd every time I think I'm crossing into where you cannot find menYou are always right behind me, half inside me half unrealnI forget all the skies and crocus petalsnA time without retreating like a refugee from such imagined treacherynNow silent, I'm searching out this islandnPretending that I have a chance to make it wherenThe morning's not recycled airnAnd you're more than a prayer