This is a thirst glazed with honey dew

And you see tagged-over posters with faces out of frame Boarded up windows that watch you walk away All things abandoned are following your steps Associating from space to emptiness

I felt the outline of her braces against my own, little silver arms reaching for each other

Wood is a woman I guess I'd burn

Carve my shape into the water

I just need a sign Any recognition is a reward Because I love you

Alice lost; she took a long rest in an unknown place She thought, 'Where do all these creatures come from? And why are they here?' Like in a club of fur

We sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea

I look up and see Nothing crosses heaven It's the year of sky Empty like my childhood

Red cannas in the sky

I give you this hand. I give you this hand

And you may think I'm different But listen, all contracts can be sung

I clutch my phone With my sweaty palm In my hand I clutch my heart In the coffin for my heart In my hand

It would be easy to think about submission, but I don't think it's about submission, it's about holding and being held

It would be easy to think about submission, but I don't think it's about submission, it's about holding and being held

Failed every period Did baroque badly Afraid of blood

But I was seeing them Red cannas in the sky As they were tearing up the heavens Opening the zipper

I've learned how to make that humming sound Together we make it in the city Silently brushing against each other

How do you kiss, how do you kiss A piece of marble Or a piece of gold?

The dark sky lay against my skin So close Like an eyelid

As I inhale, as I inhale, as I inhale and feel my lungs fill up with black breath to exhale, what comes out is: I wanted to write to you about love.

I've never really loved a dog I've never really loved a dog I've never really loved it Last night I took my birth control with rosé!

With each repetition Making me an opposition With each repetition Making me an opposition

Conceptual romance is you It's you and I

And I am holding a disco flashlight It is meant to make the audience Feel like multitudes of colors That belong to nobody in particular That they share between their bodies But now all it does is light up a proposal

Wood is a woman I guess I'd burn

Where does it hurt to create curves for the gaze? The body as a subconscious And desire takes place somewhere, everywhere, everywhere

Alice lost; she took a long rest in an unknown place She thought, 'Where do all these creatures come from? And why are they here?' Like in a club of fur

It is an act of love He enters you through your body His voice is an act of love His eyes through you like holy water

Then I feel the need to touch everything Everything in this room Like a dog I'm marking everything that belongs to no-one Bringing it close to me, or life, or something

And I am holding a disco flashlight It is meant to make the audience Feel like multitudes of colors That belong to nobody in particular That they share between their bodies But now all it does is light up a proposal

A thousand apples dream my dreams A fringe of serpents line the brows

In my dream, you are slippery My interest grows immediately You have seaweed between your fingers, lips, and limbs

I'm in a big house, having big dreams The next time I wake up there's blood on the bed Didn't know it was time yet Or is it not mine?

The floor is old Wooden, old, worn And the walls creaking in the wind Let’s steer this ship home

Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus I am Oslo Oedipus

Then I feel the need to touch everything Everything in this room Like a dog I'm marking everything that belongs to no-one Bringing it close to me, or life, or something

I try to write love songs But with every word I can hear the twigs breaking

The here and now is a gift You may take it or leave it But I give it to you, nonetheless It is given

I understand why people want to feel newborn I understand that it’s the same as feeling unborn

And I dreamt of having a face made of marble

And what is that sound that is haunting my throat?

From Tvedestrand, my white gown that curls around the harbour fetal-style. I never was a girly girl, forgive me!

And I scooped out dirt with two fingers Placed it in my mouth Like ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Some days I feel like my body is a cushion, held up by thin wires, and I can see myself from above holding wires in my hands

In a restless half-dream, like the jam without a spoon

In Oslo, it's warm, and people walk through the city quietly

I wake up to the first frost, experienced Previously inhabited, like a summer house

I woke and found outside my door A black lake rippling against the hand Its tongues lick the flesh from my bones

I clutch my phone With my sweaty palm In my hand