everyone is searching for the wax-sealed fingerprints that match their own

everyone is set against a sea of desire and fear

the clouds are high in our eyes, we've got dirt under our fingernails

and we hide in dictionary stacked glass houses, alone, seeing brick behind our eyelids

i still think about you,

i still say your name

to feel it on my lips

and i still dream about you, our breath together, in our eyelashes.