作词 : Benjamin Wood
Deer-eyed we step out of the failing light
And heel by heel we take the hallway in our stride
And shed our clothes like torn-out paper lantern boats
And slink into the dark
Steadfast, the floorboards take our weight and moan
So we press back against a balustrade of bones
Till there is no breath left in the turning night
To ask our names and sigh

Breath left in the turning night to ask our names
Our skin is razing
Breathless in the turning night to ask our names
On the railing
Breathless in the turning night to ask our names
Our skin is braille and what it says is nothing but a sigh