Great Mass of Color

Quiet as a cradle
 I laid in a middle night drift, spinning
 Hissed at the moon
 Conjured up the flowers to fix my impression of the gloom
 I feel them all, great mass of color
 Flooded in my bed
 I feel them all, big mass of color
 Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
 Half-awake holding my ghost in the morning
 Sunlight coming down the bend, maroon sky on the send
 My great former terror when trees gave doves the leaves
 And I was grim drunk death, a stranger to myself
 I feel them all, great mass of color
 Flooded in my bed
 I feel them all, great mass of color
 Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
 (Can I accept I'm real?)
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 Do I need this affection? (Do you?)
 Do you need this confusion? (Do you?)
 Living trapped inside this body
 Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting
 Measured change evades real healing
 Taking love with little reason
 Seeing you as I was behind a locked door, nervous and a (fool)
 Seeing you as I was desperate for men to guide (you)
 You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
 You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
 Owns you, owns you, owns you, owns you