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