For 40 nights we carved a hollow house from one another's skinnSay, let our mouths go black from the soot when our little fire gets flooded by kidsnCould I follow you back to all the stairwells, parking lot kissesnTime was I'd gather you sticks in a wintry waltznSay, I'm walking homenHear your guts say I'm walking awaynWe'd bait the bees with our hair nnO' Light, take me to a hospitalnSew hummingbirds to my heartnnAll the precious and sweet things I was coughing up in a fever that I swore not to recover fromnThey crept into my coffersnThey crept into my kite strings and punished my clean girlnnBut hopefully someday I'll bury you or maybe someday you'll bury mennIt's strange to love the person who'll bury younIt's strange to love anyone at allnnO' Light bus me, take me to a knitting roomnPatch up all my ghosts with bedsheets