[03:40.420]The floor you walk on is smooth.[03:43.320]There is no ground there.[03:45.470]Magic begins with blood.[03:47.940]Outside, there are trees,[03:49.890]With concrete under their roots.[03:52.730]But I have passed the tombs of kings,[03:56.560]Regaled them with pacing,[03:59.270]checked bins for food and wrappings.[04:01.500]I have scoured the seas for miles,[04:05.790]cloaked my face with ash.[04:08.260]My fingertips opening,[04:10.140]accepting my time.[04:12.0][04:12.600]The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes[04:16.370][04:20.500]For me, I am your sorrow[04:26.560]Calling in your dreams[04:35.840]For me, I am your shadow[04:42.520]Howling in the streets[04:45.280][05:00.700]Tomorrow, I will walk the streets[05:19.260]And steel myself for the familiar.[05:21.310]Your eyes[05:21.950]Will not settle, a hunger.[05:23.600]You re be happier in your grave.[05:25.300]When we meet, share stories,[05:27.630]you stretch me. I see,[05:30.420]I see a semi-circle of teeth.[05:32.500][05:33.550]The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes[05:39.780]For me, I am your sorrow[05:46.570]Calling in your dreams[05:52.400][05:55.520]For me, I am your shadow[06:02.270]Howling in the streets[06:05.500]