Don't wake her father when you're crawling through that bedroom- shes sitting in a chair. Don't wake her mother when you're crawling up those curtains, hanging down like a plume of golden hair. She's sitting all alone watching the pictures on the wall, wondering if they are looking at her or she is looking at them. Do you remember the city of hearts crowned in flame, drowned in indescent veins, we burst hearts, we fermented our souls, and the streets rain thick with the blood of the night.

Do you remember the city of hearts crowned in flames, the singing rate, dancing to the beat of the feeling.