Before it´s all over, I?d love to sleep with you and criticize your art. The pigeons applaud you, a ghost of a woman. I opened you up hard and covered you to the eyes. Keeping you safe. You?re so right. You?re so light. It?s all bright. A forest of fingers with everything burning and all the windows closed. We?re folded together, let go of our bodies and find out where this goes. Then while you were sleeping, with feathers bent backwards you spread out like a bird. And all of the others, they circle above us, waiting for the word. Cover us to the eyes, keeping us safe. You?re so right. You?re so light. It?s all bright. You?re so right. You?re so light. It?s all bright.