Airtight Life

There's a fire in the morning, colored grey but today's not the day for seeing not for you.. look at your hands, wonders they've seen though perhaps too few please tell me yours the fading dreams in our curfew.. being so close to a heartbeat so familiar yet not mine feel it so dear such a mark.. pay no attention, those machines with subtle drone they count life different through lovely skin turned translucent still your own. and who knows, ah..., who indeed streaming in tears grey strands of rhyme your time and so thankful, mine. there'll appear a door where all's right though torpedo'd your ship remains in spirit airtight.