I Confess.

Roy Orbison and K.D. Lang mess with my braaaaaaiiiiiiiiiin. This isn't about the Devil or angels or perdition or anything. Fuck.

I confess
I'm done, and sadly
I need it all
Love me madly

Time was once
We had it all, too soon
Time was done
That we set our sights
On the moon
I've had all
The moonlight I could take
I'll confess
I'm still not quite awake

I repent
For this indignity
I need to take in it all
The sea, the city

The writhing sands
Coiling up, the moonlit walk
A tryst or twist
Or smile and idle talk
That's all fine
But what about my bones
The aching limbs
And flesh
I'm hardly stone

I confess
I'm dying over here