I was a cloud up above
this trip I sip a little brittle.
But I dress up in dark
clothes so I can hide a little.
What I’ve been wanting
what has been me haunting
is your breath I seek and
I find your pursuit daunting.
Let me bleed let me see
all that computes in discovery.
Lead me to a breath of a
miraculous lovely recovery.
I sit here on this sphere
near to my precipice on top
of a buzz you and I both
have not soon ever forgot.
Something creeps in that
escapes me and my lips I quip
that I let loose surrendered
my hand fell from a tender grip.
I let it overtake a mistake
fell from a shadow I take well.
Here in the shadows I hurt
and I am able to pacify my hell.
Oh yeah and this has Sia in it…
Speaking In Tongues 