February/The Night We Sailed

Your friends, your letters
They can't be returned
And trust me when I say
You'll never make me better

Your bones, this weather
They won't ever change
And though I will resist, I'll be
Stripped down to wet leather

Sally, set me alive
I'm standing on glass
And I feel like dying
Sally, sail this night  

Your winds, your calls
It's the night we sailed
And you'll hold a lighthouse
And wither as it grows

Higher pitch, the funny way we fell
We couldn't stop ourselves
Our skin and muscles entwined
Even bright eyes can be undone

You can't name an open sea with so many tears bottled up inside that stone-ish box you've been claiming to be your chest
It's filled with the greatest things you will never get the chance to see...
I'm tearing up the room that I have been living in without you