on a day like this a hundred lifetimes ago you on a shore across the point i looked through my hands and you drew me a line when you were mine on a world like this a hundred turns left to go deep in a room which i ve never seen outside it s so cold but i m waiting for time when you were mine plenty of islands between now and then rocks break the boats of the painted face men and they drown and they re born and they live once again and this all happens when you were mine in a storm like this a hundred kisses of snow you with another so easily sleep what s real and what s dreamt become close and entwine when you were mine