The night… so calm and quiet. So…

The night… so calm and quiet. So white. Snow is on the ground and the wind has died.

My insides are still churning from last night and I feel so restless and tangled.

The contradiction is killing me.

Every wonder you ever thought

can be answered by my tongue,

my fingertips, my wild eyes,

my busted, bleeding heart.

13 was the number that let the water through

and every number after got a little more taboo.

And 10 believed to change my mind

when all it did was fuel the fire.

And 2 and 2 and 2 will come to prove our heart’s desires.