The Stills Follow

Strange like skin
That I believe in
It stretches over bone
And smells like honey on the wind
All so strange
I can't remember
Where the heartache ends
And the fever begins

Scenes of Mary Magdalena
Who shakes her lover's bones
At all the demons in the window
All so strange
that dreams that haunt my bed
the heartache swells
And quickens near the end

And then slows down
It slows down
And I lay down
And I won't try to run

Strange like skin
That I believe in
It leaks out of the phone
And it spills like honey
From the window

Warm and Strange
I can't remember
where the heartbreak mends
when the fever it remains

And I'm so down
so down
so down
And I lay down
And I won't try to run