Transformer - Owen Pallett

Every time I sing, you say that I’m gaslighting

Falsifying a private Thermidor

Your love was a warm wind, and me an empty sail

I collapse to the kitchen floor

When I wish I was never born

My mother tells me I wasn’t born so much as excreted

But this emptiness is a gift

I’m free to write the future, an empty man undefeated

I think I’ve found the cure

Make sure you’re living a quarter of your waking life in the present

And the rest I’ll spend remembering

Scorching our feet on the sand and tires of our bikes on wet cement

We were sparklers in the night

And even now your resting face cannot conceal the light

Your love was a warm wind

As the world you left, it falls away and an island rises into sight