You are my blanked out pages   All the wasted spaces   The old weapons vanished   Spit blood at dawn, closed forever   You’re an ivory icon   Held in glass, captive   You’re a falling column   Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight   He was upside down and drifting in an   Endless ocean of night   The terror came in waves, each one   Pushing him further from the shore   You are a fractured mirror   Silver paper in the wind   A desperate measure   Sharp little circuits of fever   I can feel the unslept hours   See all the traces   I can hear the ticking of clocks    Old record running down   You can’t replaace it   You get distracted by the sound   He hears an ocean in the dial tone   Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down   He wants to believe that he doesn’t exist   He’s everywhere and he’s nowhere all at once      We’ll fill the blanked out page   We’ll burn the traces   We’ll turn the unslept hours to days   Old record running down   We’ll flip it over and sing the songs   We’ve never heard   Now   Now   Now   Now