"I like the way you touch me, it makes me feel like I have no skeleton"

I've seen your giraffe fingertips before
You're my millionth deja vu
I've dreamed backwards so many times
But the minute hands always land on you

And I could think for ever
Just about your monochromatic light
Or sing about your foggy eyes
Just to hear your nocturnal voice

I've thrown ashes off of burned bridges
And I've circled the catholic churches
I would wash the age lines off these hands
If you told me it wouldn't hurt

I love you with a lighter head
And I love when your sticky marbles look
Yeah, I know you store every recipe
Like a gypsy's old cookbook

I'll keep using my eyes like windmills
Your air around me like shattered rain
I'll hold my tongue like a yellow bird
I'll wait for you to be on again