Testo Talking In Your Sleep

I heard you talking in your sleep again last night
Wayward waves from your tired mouth
I heard you dreaming out loud again last night
A sparrow stealing and maneuvering

Only ever moving
Through that doorway unannounced
Like before, but with wilder dogs Fumbling with long distance short wave radios

An empty cup with a bear in tow
A sign of the cross, a hunter’s bow
And I’m the sharp, feathered arrow
You pull me close, and then let go

And all of those organs play out
One by one, ils disent, ‘bonne nuit’
Slight whispers in the giant bellows sighing
‘Uh-huh, I’m only a lung’

Some nights are better than others though
And some nights you never know
You really got me with that one, though Your sleepy hinges swinging, a cat’s paw

An empty cup with a bear in tow
A sign of the cross, a hunter’s bow
And I’m the sharp, feathered arrow
You pull me close, and then let go