Chiaroscuro - Typhoon

Headlights through the kitchen window

Are you finally home?

Head down on the table

Watching an abstract puppet show

With the light hope rises

In the darkness, well, there it goes

As I lose myself in chiaroscuro

Car keys clatter on the tile

You lunge for the phone

Your voice like a frightened child

«He's had some kinda stroke!»

Be calm my dear

I’m just moving a little slow

As it all approaches absolute zero

Now there’s no one behind the curtain

And you hate hospitals

I know it’s an awful burden

But that’s the way it goes

I’d let you off the hook

But by now you and I should know

We’re involved in something irreversible

They say nothing survives

But in the case we do

I’m afraid of my posthumous state

I don’t know if karmic residue

Is something you-you'd even recognize

So, here’s what I’m going to do:

Take some time to erase myself

And then whatever’s left I’ll leave with you

I’ll bury it in you