All the vegetation in the settled world is stirringnI'm blurring into sun-burnt and heartbroken worryingnabout how the day took such a long time to dienwhen it was reeking of women I once had on my sidenbut now that I've found another smell to believe innI'm buzzing like hell just to hope I can breathe itnand resurrect the simplistic calm in some eyesnthat are trying to find you ornbury your nightmindnand it will takentime.nnOh, your tongue and the twilight marinanwhen so young and brave and still dreamingngetting to know you lash by dark lashnthe rooms where you sleep innthe floors where you crashnand gas-stations are pleasantly blowingnthunder rolls for dresses you're wearingnon a body so unknowingnof what that blowing’s for our preparingnand patience is never affordingnwhen prettiness and sweetness are pouringnout from you andnonto me andndampness of sweat is the sweetest recordingnand you can lay with your head on my bodynthe worlds of the night and disease try to rob menall the vegetation in the settled world is stirringnbut stillness and calmness are all that I'm hearingnnownand it will takentime.nnBut time is for hearts that don't know what they're eatingnand nerves that don't spend every night-chance retreating.