I hear you calling and I want to come run straight into the valleys of your arms and disappear there but I know my love could fail you because in a clearing when the sunlight comes exposing all the shadows of/in our intricate behavior I see/feel a sort of fading we build our own unfolding It's in the morning when the sadness comes the tears fall down in patterns on the windows and our shape is undone You only wanted holding and I let my structure fail you You know, I watched as it unfolded. And in the image of the other hand a needle drawing pictures in the blood that runs the valley your honesty engraves me stay the line the pain of its derailing And in the water where a mirror opens up to show the gravity of non-repeating patterns when no one else can hold you come in and then unfold oh the lines I'm lying just to hold you It's in the evening when the moonlight comes illuminating silver in the rivers as they fall/run into the sea the beauty of their failure as the tides erase their lining There's nothing left to hold to.