At the Base of the Giant's Throat

Skyscrapers left in shade
 The numbers add up to your chest
 Nightmares cling to strange walls
 The sun will see you now—its the next day
 Speaking through squares
 Hiding faces strange and bright
 Arrest near your neck before
 You can hear leaves breathe
 Just listen
 Just listen
 Stolen leaves cemented in
 A quiet place where Plymouths ring
 Curtains fall and bruises form
 But you can hear leaves
 Breathe if you just listen
 Little wings play down the street
 Our faces squeezed in glass and tin
 Inanimate objects snatch at your skin
 But you can hear leaves breathe if you just listen
 One hand on your neck
 While the other fumbles through
 Broken exchanges in back rooms
 You thin skin
 Wave oceans aside
 I made space in my night
 Resolves to turn it into lines
 Your fingers must get tired
 And drones make you wild
 Why dont you wear
 Your sleepless smile
 Pointed at me for a while
 Smoke around the giants neck
 That makes clouds turn red
 Tell me where have you been
 A day where clouds
 Turn to fray
 Wings of smoke lines
 The sleepless snatching thin skin seas
 There is no sheets unclean
 No smiles no night why
 All crashing screams the sheets
 [Wave oceans aside]
 Unclean you make me grave its your own design
 [I made space in my night]
 Wave oceans aside
 I made space in my night
 Snatching skin and thin skin
 No sheets unclean and no sheets
 Unclean no smile
 Makes you wild
 Youre on no streets
 Unclean no sheets
 Unclean and smiles at
 Wave oceans aside
 I made space in my night night
 Now you own the sleepless snatching thin skin seas