Annaline
Michael Gira
Right here and right now
The first night of our life
Well, I'm somewhere in you
And I'll never get out
Well, it's sucking us in
My impossible friend how is it true
That we even exist?
Well, I'll follow you down
With our limbs interlocked
Oh, the Buddha was right
And St john of the Cross a word is a thought
And a thought is a box
Let's burn in a fire
Let's clean what is true
Let me sink in your bed folded in you
Pulling us down with hands made of light
Pushing us through a window in time
Slipping into a spiralling line
Undoing the knot releasing the binds
Annaline, Annaline annaline, Annaline
Annaline