Remember - Typhoon

The only question now is «How long can it take?»

It’s all hanging on you

Just make your move before you have no move to make

There’s no future, there’s no lighthouse on the lake

You’re just rambling through

Endless corridors — a mouse lost in the maze

You gotta calm yourself, just try to concentrate

What survives in the fire?

What small fragment after all else disintegrates?

The only question now’s «How long 'til it breaks?»

I come home and the door is hanging open

The smoke alarm is howling, the bathroom mirror is broken

Find you standing in the backyard pouring gas on the bonfire

Ass naked in the middle of December

The shame you don’t recall with the clothes you don’t remember in flames

Tearing pages of notebooks in the embers, your makeshift funeral pyre

I toss and turn all night then it comes to me

It’s you that can’t shake out the shards in your memory

So you’ve engaged in this scorched-earth policy

'Til there’s nothing, there’s nothing

Later on, claiming wolves replaced your family

You raised your hand against me with the newspaper you can’t read

Then you wrapped yourself in an op-ed on the construct of history

The mark of time is elaborately long

It’s a Spirograph drawn with no breaks — just goes on and on

And here we are on the cutting room floor, slicing fugues

Where they don’t belong

I toss and turn all night, but there’s no relief

I went into your room, you were sound asleep

So I stayed for awhile watching you grind your teeth

And when you wake, there’s a moment as you rise

You feel it all coming back and you realize

You tried to amputate the parts that made you scared to die

Now it’ll kill you if you let it

As I watch the light fade from your eyes

As I watch the light fade from your eyes

As I watch the light fade from your eyes

You’re a black hole bending light beams backwards

Center caving, self-collapsing inwards

Against the infinite you have no stature

Shrinking infinitely out of the picture

Don’t cry no lever, try to break the pattern

See the crocus in the dead of winter