[00:27.32]Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind,[00:43.62]Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands.[00:52.16]My tongue, it clattered like tin,[01:01.79]My eyes repeat. They take my seat.[01:10.23]Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat.[01:17.89]We leaned in the cold, holding our breath, watching the corners turn corners.[02:05.46]Coins on the table, the cards in the air, the face at the window kept smiling.[02:21.20]Storms all that winter we stayed locked away.[02:29.61]Waiting. Watching. Falling.[02:37.95]End of the street. Horizon retreats.[02:46.66]You ran with it. I wish I could.[02:52.53]Sleep is not sleep. My eyes repeat.[03:01.31]You take the voltage that watches you weep.[03:09.70]You caught the voice. I listen close.[03:17.61]All I heard was the echoes.[05:14.13][05:25.19]Praise emptiness.[05:16.71]Her rose-colored dress.[05:20.68]Her circling motions.[05:29.19]Everything scattered, nothing was missed.[05:37.45]We took our house in the fire.