Dressed in knowledge and suffering;
your face was one I’d known before.
Seen on the corners of winter streets;
Impressed in the chalk face by the shore.

And in it was warmth.
And in it was recognition.
And in it was something
that appealed to my condition.

I’d been searching for a tourniquet;
Someone to help stem my blood’s flow
Then you came along with that broken smile
And eyes that told me nothing about all you know.

But in them was warmth
And in them was recognition
And in them was something
that appealed to my condition.

And of that face that’s everywhere I see
I ask what would happen
If you’d never happened to me.

You said you’d always loved the way
two people’s bodies could fit.
I sat there in silence – preoccupied
with mine and it’s deficit.

Dressed in circumstance and silence
the night creeps into my room.
Fills every corner with anticipation
that you’ll return soon.

I still dream of you
I still dream of you
I still dream of you