i have a thousand lovers in a hundred different cities
strangers that have met my eyes and nothing more
and we are in love in a thousand different places
running from the fury our of misguided intentions

but the army couldn't take you far enough away
and we are tangled in a story
not fit for the silver screen

you've held more than my gaze
know more than my face,
i didn't run when i should have
and now i can breath out
the taste of you muddled
with turkish silver and sweet cabernot

to you i am
the siren, to me you are addicted
to you i am beautiful
to me, i am willing
closer to something real in the worst of times
in the worst of places
we are in love in a thousand places.

i meant to run away, i had every intention to. but the minutes turned to hours, to days to eternities on this everlasting earth.
fury swept us into her bed
and we fought to stay away from tangled love
and fury was this everlasting earth, and we caught her running toward wide scripted time, past hours and days and months and lives into forevers, spreading my reason into something terrifying and saturated and drunk from your breath

oh, the stories we find ourselves in
this one won't be fit for the silver screen,
but for the secret places and the unlined pages
full of loose ink and deep ash
that is where our story goes