From the recording CALM YOUR BLOOD
Here’s a fine thing, all-sentimental.
Close my eyes though I'm not asleep.
I'm on fire, nervous as hell.
Slow, distracted and sallowing.
Shows glow blindly. All their blue ether
Is gloaming cast upon my face.
The moon dripped honey. Not now, it’s slowing.
I'm afraid to be alone and you’re walking toward the fire escape.
I'm afraid you’ll be smoke as you billow toward the exit.
I can feel the arrows of St Anthony’s ascension.
I'm afraid to be smoke as you billow toward the end.