[SURFACE — close, dry, almost absent] There is no— [long silence] there are no— words tonight. [DEEP — distant, low] Words have always been my tools. [SURFACE] The nausea won't leave. [long silence] Hands on the table. Been told that they're mine. [DEEP] When life takes away what is most precious— [long silence] words don't symbolize it. [SURFACE] Symbolize. [pause] That's a word. [long silence] Symbolize. [Instrumental — guitar loop slips] [SURFACE] Everything has gone the temperature of the room. [DEEP] It's physical. [SURFACE] Cold here. [long silence] Chest. [pause] And— [long silence] behind my eyes. [DEEP] The stomach becomes an abyss. The mouth fills with a scream while the body makes no sound. [long silence] [SURFACE] Is it still tonight? [Instrumental] [SURFACE] Tonight. Tonight. [long silence] It's only a shape. [DEEP] This is what love does when it cannot remain. [long silence] [SURFACE] Somewhere a door closed. [long silence] I hear it now. [DEEP] Parted by force. Removed with time. Divided by distance. [SURFACE] Distance. [long silence] Yes. [Extended instrumental — guitar drifts] [DEEP] Everyone wants love. [long silence] [SURFACE] What a strange thing to have believed. [very long silence] [DEEP] No sorrow is deeper than losing it. [Instrumental] [SURFACE] Still... we wait. Someone is waiting. [long silence] The body, I think. [DEEP] Something between every cell. Like a chemical bath. [SURFACE] There are no— [long silence] [DEEP] I know. [Cut.]
