Born Gold - Black Sonar lyrics

the less that I was saying the more our wires were braiding like a jacket we've been weaving out of the ghosts of other feelings so young and yet so ancient we diaphanous sprites our silence speaks fierce omens in black sonar I'll scrawl an atlas of your soft moans and line the spine with cherub's marrow but we can't touch each other darling there is no body 'neath our awnings