Turning slowly There is a sound I can hear the sound I am listening Like the sound of your breathing In the dark room still turning Amber is sinking A grainy mercy I listen to your sobbing This polished, presentable inferno I only listen to your sobbing now Beautiful despair over living flesh Incredibly beautiful Turning slowly The film rolls on It need not be long If you want me bound Go on, bind me with the strip In the dark room still turning Acetate buckles Where it comes to rest You and I Our eyes meet An inferno that you have never known It’s surely here beneath my surface now Have you laid despair over living flesh? Living flesh
