You slip through my fingers and grow under my ancient burns
Is it your eyes I feel around the Lane?
I secretly hope to see you today
I hear a name
I hear your name

I see your face, and suddenly the air changes from red to gold
In a blurry world, striving to come alive
Dead palaces arise and release some new words

Oh, and I want you to know that every word
I say describes the scent of your neck
A fragrance that whispers home

The vapours of our stolen breath bicker beneath the skin of the clouds
I want to tell you I'd still roll the dice, even now that I know the price
I used to give a role to every move and eye, to plan out my truth, to tie on my denial

But now I think it's time to tell you some new words
And I want you to know that every word I sow describe the scent of your neck
A fragrance that whispers home
And I want you to know that every word I sow describes the scent of your neck
Which I held for a minute or for a year
I'm not quite sure how long we spent apart, my dear