Moonlight dissolves within my fingertips
Another time I count the skips where my heart quits
Half-past-thirty, in the mirror's trapped design
Your suit holds islands where the rain's confined
Our words like porcelain we dare not break
Too sharp a sound, for the hallway lights to wake
My finger hovers, three millimeters from the screen
The forecast promised cold, a chill felt in between
The traffic flows like film beneath the light
Your profile flickers, a movie in the night
The city streams like platinum on the roof's incline
The radio finds that one old blues, a nameless sign
It inks a cloud of thunder on my ear
While in the passenger seat, I translate the silent fear
We're two clocks set to a time that's out of phase
In canyons built of glass, we practice losing face
When neon gets an ache, the lights begin to fade
I measure your dark shadow with the lashes I have made
This love is matte, a cashmere-softened ache
A cancelled floor before the elevator's wake
If our embrace's an improv jazz, a fleeting art
I'll be the longest silence in the pause between your heart
The steam at breakfast blurs the morning's health inspection mark
The razor you left here has a portrait made of dark
The tunnel's wind blows all my memos clear
Half a verse of scripture follows"buy milk" here
My coworkers ask why I play the same sample of the rain
I say the rhythm's like a sleepless heart that beats in vain
But it's the sound of fingers drumming on a wheel
A Berlin dawn recording, a secret I can't reveal
The city streams like platinum on the roof's incline
The radio finds that one old blues, a nameless sign
It inks a cloud of thunder on my ear
While in the passenger seat, I translate the silent fear
We're two clocks set to a time that's out of phase
In canyons built of glass, we practice losing face
When neon gets an ache, the lights begin to fade
I measure your dark shadow with the lashes I have made
This love is matte, a cashmere-softened ache
A cancelled floor before the elevator's wake
If our embrace's an improv jazz, a fleeting art
I'll be the longest silence in the pause between your heart
If every miss was just a romantic, planned design
I'd plant a rose of thorns on"Flight Delayed" signs
As suitcase wheels write sonnets on the airport floor
Our shadows on the screen, a kiss we're waiting for
We're two magnets with the same pole, forced to turn apart
At perfume counters, we debate eternal art
When champagne bubbles sign a truce upon the glass
I'll sign a lifelong contract with your背影 in a pass
This love is frosted, an asset off the books
An eleven-digit call that ends before it looks
If meeting was a random algorithm's roll
I'll build a tombstone in the probability of my soul
Next time the temperature drops
Remember me on your contacts list
And set my tone to mute
