My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,pregnant with all the things I should’ve saidbut didn’t. Last night, we met each otherin the dark, remember? You told me time was
pregnant with all things. I should’ve saidsomething, to draw you out from your safetyin the dark. Remember, you told me time wasonly an illusion, and memory was only
something to draw. You, out from your safety,I out from mine, that night, I believed in you.And illusion and memory were one, lyingdown on your couch, through the night you drew
me out from mine. That night, I believed in youwhen you told me you loved me. I laydown on your couch. Through the night, you drewa picture of our future together.
When you told me you loved me, I liedin the dark. Remember, you told me time wasa picture of our future together.My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen.