Sleepless

We're on the skyline drive, and your eyes are closed
 I can hear your heart over the sound of the road
 And the cicadas' song under your exhales
 And your breath dissolves in the violet air
 And sleepless
 I'm waiting for
 A turning that
 I've seen before
 Drawing our net across the bottom of the lake
 Pulling the bodies out, dragged to the pavement
 And the fabric of the night unfolds
 Like a camera where the view explodes
 And our mouths spill, full of metal
 And sleepless
 I'm waiting for
 A turning that
 I've seen before
 Blush rolled on the windowpane
 And dried in the concrete
 A coarse light in your eye cuts
 Through your arms folded like pleats
 The light hung in pieces, as flesh
 Caught torn with jagged edges
 And sleepless
 I'm waiting for
 The turning that
 I answer for