No carousels
No horses and no bodies
She just wants something that can last
No promises wrapped in [???] through the [???]
No position, avarice, [???]
In the airport of the senses
We are facing something, leaving
We are surrounded by the, things we built
But cannot seem to, understand
In the media of the senses she can't feel this distant, stars collapse
There was a time she could taste herself, on his mouth
Unified
He can see the things that used to be
In his sleep, horses run dark streams
Connected to a ramp [???]
Pieces on her skin they once explore?
This is all that [???]
In the airport of the senses
We are facing something, leaving
In the media of the senses
She can feel this distant, stars collapse