Tired Eye Calls Short

In the absence of you my wet tired skin wraps and curls within the longing of angels I imagine my funeral under a dark sparkling sky no one mentioning the flickering laughing eye My body is turning cold and blue yet sunlight hits me, i think its you a naked morning of sunlight where it is a memory of god If i could place all clothed emotions into a quite box, i would send it to you in another life my hands run in a smooth music over a forgotten body i cant seem to reach in a drunken mind of a ocean If my laughter could be scribbled out in bones you would be there draped in regret