I'm listening to: Jolie Holland - Sascha

He's going outside in the middle of the night with you
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
No I'm fine, I can go another time with you
But tell me: why would I want to?

 
 
I don't know who you are.
Or maybe I've just forgotten, momentarily.
But I do know you reside on the edge of this spinning universe as we know it.

Half-formed monsters?
These tear at the corners of your mind.
They're always struggling in vain against the confines of their iron-barred cell.

We feed them candy.
Sometimes they get really fat and lazy.
In slumber they're like dead things, but we can hear their steady breathing.

Don't try to tiptoe past them.
Do close your eyes so they don't see you.
You open Pandora's box by shaking letters and words out of unwritten books.

I think I remember you.
Not your name though, but that isn't important.

You live between the lines.