Transformer

Every time I sing You say that I'm gas-lighting Falsifying a private Thermidor Your love was a warm wind And me an empty sail I collapse to the kitchen floor When I wish I was never born My mother tells me I wasn't born so much as excreted But this emptiness is a gift I'm free to write the future An empty man undefeated I think I've found the cure Make sure you're living A quarter of your waking life In the present And the rest I'll spend remembering Scorching our feet on the sand And the tires of our bikes On wet cement We were sparklers in the night And even now your resting face Cannot conceal the light Your love was a warm wind As the world you left It falls away And an island rises into sight --- Transformer - Owen Pallett