In The Room That Love Exists

Kiss me asleep on a bed of nails

Feel my pain in your dying hands

Try to hold back but tears resist

In the room that love exists

Tie me down with ropes of your hair

Sing to me the song of the throat

Try to cry out but tears resist

In the room that love exists

When dust becomes dreams

I become quiet

When words become seeds

I become smaller

When dust becomes dreams

I grow tired

When words become seeds

I become still

Touch me just there with your tongue the knife

To keep me alive you lay on my skin

You've torn out your eyes but tears resist

In the room that love exists