Now I am Lifting Songtext

The film smears over the water, orange and black, flickering : off, on, off. As the summer rain fails to cool me down or clean me up, the smell of your skin takes me back to the nights & days & sticky sheets. The rain mats the dirty fur of my coat into spikes. Your fingers are tight about my shoulders for the last time. Dissolving back into the winter & the footbeats, the sour red wine & your mouth not & stinging against mine. The trees against the sky, dripping blackly into our faces, my mouth fills your with the taste of cigarettes. Trying to struggle may way back inside of it, wanting to savour the tiny hurts. Belly-down, eyes held up the miniature door : hole up tight in the dense fog of vanilla incense, cigarette smoke, cannabis, never wanting to get up - all now beyond my reach. Your smell mixes with the others, fades softly into the smoke, into the sheets & slips away from me. I never want to get up.