I count the little fires overhead While every hour loosens from its thread You turn your face toward the open blue And all that distant glass looks back at you The blinds draw stripes across the wall A radiator clicks then settles down You trace the cold along the window As rooftops hold their breath below A plane cuts pale across the north Its thin white seam is gone before I blink You say the names you learned as a child I keep the ones you make up now I count the little fires overhead While every hour loosens from its thread You turn your face toward the open blue And all that distant glass looks back at you If morning finds us still awake Let it find your shoulder next to mine No need to solve the endless distance Just stay until the sky turns gray I count the little fires overhead While every hour loosens from its thread You turn your face toward the open blue And all that distant glass looks back at you The window pales the far stars thin Your hand is warm against my skin
