Blacking Out
It's the dust in my throat
And the film on my skin
The shadow you'll swallow
If you want to come in
It's the pool where I float
In the cave without air
In the trails of my eyes
And the twist of my hair
Here I excavate words
Whilst the mud climbs my legs
In the scent of my past
Where he bargains and begs
I drink like it's absinthe
Like I want to be caught
Find it under my nails
Hold me down and besot
It's warm when I breathe it
I don't struggle; I drown
It's easier this way
Just to follow it down
It's warm when I breathe it
I don't struggle; I drown
(Lyrics by Amber Bird, Music by Varnish)