oh but if not now then when take flight with me we ll slough off this watery husk the weave means nothing too tired i m drunk on vapors lost to lavender lost to loss but borrowed flesh betrays me lips closed and sealed around the teeth chewing on a fresh deceit do you have a match for me it s cold and smells of closing time will you take me home to wrestle with the night speak to me in your soft manner you ve got a tale to torture encroaching words to leave me here beneath the vacuum whistling you ll slip along the beach your hand in hand your mind in mind exchanging breath amongst the dead me my grinning foolish boy and for the fourth we ll feign forget to transcend the tinselled tissue but nothing s left beneath the flesh but whirring gasps of silence oh but if not now then when