(Verse 1)
Remember the night incandescent with promise
We wake up in the basement, my heart strings grind and bend
In the morning I will try, In the shallows I will lie
This ancient active calibration when carnal ends and human begins
(Verse 2)
We'll invite dislocation, let night inflict the strangeness it holds
On the backroads, on the corners, stand portraits of the
Moments we're alone
In the morning I will try, to clean the slate will take some time
This ancient active calibration, which so much depends on