We love making the silent nightlife,
The velvet sky looks out across the underground destinations
And from our beds we see that
We love making the silent nightlife,
Breath’s cashmere hum,
And the pale hue of skin as it slips past
And hides silent under frills.
We love making the silent nightlife,
Our fists lying flat against the honesty of icy touch.
Just set us up on a one stop train
And palm-to-palm we’ll trace our veins
Until they disappear into the angora black.
We love making the silent nightlife,
Counting the travel of stars with our fingertips
The atlas whisper of muted voices
And they swim across our collars.
We love making the silent nightlife
Wishing Good Morning to the falling tears
Of a cheviot sun.