I carved your name in every bone I own, A psalm of you on each unopened vein. You are the queen upon a frozen throne, And I, the frost that worships your domain. I keep the air you breathed in silver jars, And drink it when the night becomes too kind. I chart your steps beneath indifferent stars, And bury every stranger you left behind. Lead me downward, hold me tight, I am yours through rot and rite. Feel me crawling through your night, Never leave me, I will never leave your sight. Your shadow is a gown I'll never tear, Your silence is the hymn I've learned to crave. I am the altar, you the whispered prayer, I am the garden, you the open grave. If you should smile, I'll drown a thousand men, If you should weep, I'll salt the earth with grace. I'll build your likeness out of ink and sin, And hang it where your real face left no trace. Lead me downward, hold me tight, I am yours through rot and rite. Feel me crawling through your night, Never leave me, I will never leave your sight. Two lamps, one flame that will not die, Two lips, one name I sanctify. Two hands, one wound that will not close, Two souls, one hell that only grows. Lead me downward, hold me tight, I am yours through rot and rite. Feel me crawling through your night, Never leave me, I will never leave your sight. Lead me downward, hold me tight, I am yours through rot and rite. Feel me crawling through your night, I will never leave your sight.
