The icicles chime
Fingerings lost
In the motions of our hands
Sit just as you are 

Lost in the crime 
Carry the choir
Age and peel 

After the quiet bleeds
Peel and age
Familiar peace 
In the pain 

Pulling you wrong
In soft belief and midnight
Finish a violent quiet freeze 

The carnival fighters are 
Sharing a bed tonight 
Bruised in the hay 

The circle around the brawl divides
In frozen rain 
On spider's house 

After the quiet bleeds
Peel and age 
Familiar peace
In the pain

Raindrops tremble
And wait to freeze
On spiders house