[00:32.140]Deer-eyed we step out of the failing light
[00:39.940]And heel by heel we take the hallway in our stride
[00:47.930]And shed our clothes like torn-out paper lantern boats
[00:55.940]And slink into the dark
[01:04.510]Steadfast, the floorboards take our weight and moan
[01:11.990]So we press back against a balustrade of bones
[01:20.100]'til there is no breath left in the turning night
[01:28.140]To ask our names and sigh
[01:38.480]
[01:41.080]Breath left in the turning night to ask our names
[01:45.200]Our skin is razing
[01:48.740]Breathless in the turning night to ask our names
[01:53.870]On the railing
[01:56.300]Breathless in the turning night to ask our names
[02:01.690]Our skin is braille and what it says is nothing but a sigh
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