Water Stains

It's been one year
Water stains on the table
And we're still here
Turning into a strange cult
Things themselves
Picked up on our descriptions
The hand I held
Made of water and fiction

I found a spider web in the bathroom
On the day that I got home

I found a spider web in the bathroom
Next day I saw it had grown

Ask me again
To describe you in detail
Couldn't say when
I could no longer see you
Time floats up
Condenses on every surface
Its tender drops
Camouflage and obscure us

I found a spider web in the bathroom
On the day that I got home

I found a spider web in the bathroom
Next day I saw it had grown

I found a spider web in the bathroom
On the day that I got home

I found a spider web in the bathroom
Next day I saw it had grown