Glacial Drift

Cold on my skin,

the room turns blue

I move slow till the floor pulls through

Hands in the dark,

tracing the air Low ceiling,

heavy stare Your name lands hard in the smoke One small touch

and the silence broke I keep time with the heel of my

shoe Black glass shine,

I follow you No rescue,

no warning sign Just that beat and a borrowed spine

Hold me in the cold light

Keep me on the thin line

Right where the air gets tight

Right before we ignite

Ice in the rhythm,

fire in my feet

Pull me under, underneath the heat

Round and round where the hard drums meet

I come alive in the midnight beat Ice in the rhythm,

fire in my feet

No way out when the bodies lean

Round and round till the air goes clean I come alive in

the midnight beat

Steel in my mouth,

I taste the night White on black in the broken light You

look calm but your hands confess Little sparks in your stillness Floor

keeps turning, the walls stay thin I let the low end pull

me in No past tense when the kick hits true Only this

room and the shape of you

Stay close

Don't speak

One breath

Two hearts (ahhhh)

Ice in the rhythm,

fire in my feet

Pull me under, underneath the heat

Round and round where the hard drums meet

I come alive in the midnight beat

Ice in the rhythm,

fire in my feet

No way out when the bodies lean

Round and round till the air goes clean

I come alive in the midnight beat Cold on my skin Still

moving