[jazz music]
--[all sing] Ah, ah, ah
--[sings] We lie in bed,
my husband and I, breathing
side-by-side in the dark. He breathes out
and I breathe in
I breathe him in.
Whatever he's putting out, I breathe in.
--[all] Ah, ah, ah
--We lie in bed. He leans on his side, offers me his back broad and strange, and
thumb scrolls through his phone. I feel it ripple in my bones.
His gestures echo
through me like a soul quake. And I hear him sigh.
And the moon is gone.
--The moon is gone
--Only light
in the
is a stale, pale glow
lighting up the sheets. A stale, pale glow
from a screen of sickly sweets.
We don't sleep well, my husband and I. Our
circadian rhythms corrupted by the sallow, blue glow of a screen, sucking
our souls and melatonin. All of my dreams have been
stolen.
There's a glass of dusty water on his nightstand. It has stood there
for five days.
He hasn't touched it. He
doesn't take care of himself. He is paralyzed
by a stale, pale
glow, lighting up the sheets
A stale,
pale glow
flattening our heartbeats.
God, I wish he would scream. I wish he would break down
on the bed. I wish we would fight. Tear at our hair
That the bits and bytes dissolve in
the night. He would be alright. What if you just missed
something? What if you let something go just for the night? Would that be all right?
Oh, I swear it'd be the same. They're all just moats of dust.
We are all moats of
dust. Nothing is as vital as it seems.
Tragedies, catastrophes, nightmares, horrors, heartbreaks, extremes.
All these sufferings souls that
you can not control,
and you invite
them all in our bed.
What if I'm
not big enough
to take in so much
pain.
It beats on my brain.
I'm going insane
right here,
in this bed, next to you.
You'd see it if you weren't so lost
in the stale, pale glow
the stale, pale glow
--Stale, pale glow --Oooh, oooh
--It'd be fun if we were kids with flashlights, telling each other our
secrets in our linen cave.
Oh, babe, where do you go? Oh, babe, where did you go?
Oh, babe, where did you go?
--Oooh --La, la, la, ooh