The Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweat
We escape from the houseAs the day disappears from the sky into nightWe became what we wanted to beLike a dream or a ghostI collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grassAnd felt the heat from the ground rising up to contractAnd expand like a breatheWe escape from that place soaked with sweat and the poison we drankFill the bathtub with ice and hope this fever will breakLike a heart, easily...But I do not recall all the words that were formedOn those wire lips as they greeted meA promise was made without thought as the temperature climbedAnd I started to sink, like the moon tends to doIf you stare at it so longThen you blink, and it's goneAnd we crawl to our sleep with the dawnAnd isn't it the same mistake?And isn't it the same mistake?And isn't it the same mistake?It's not much of an escape
We awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warmClose the blinds and retreat, until what is burning is goneAnd it's light is awayThen we are back in the darkChasing nothing through backyards and treesYou ripped your shirt on a fence, but it didn't get meYeah it's fear, makes you slowAnd these creatures look crookedAnd their shadows cut lines through my faceAnd the concrete is fireWhere my bare feet are placed in a line next to yoursAnd I guess I'm not sure, if it's fear that was bornAs those awful eyes made their claim on usI put my hands on the fenceSaid your name and I started to climbAnd it must have been sweat but I drank it like wineIt was sweet and my mouth was dryI heard you scream, but I made no replyI can still taste it now if I try