(Verlaine)

Cliff-hanging time

Fingers and stone.

Holding and holding

hurts to the bone.

It comes on the dark

these ridiculous dreams

I'm coming apart

apart at the seams

I'm coming apart

I don't know what it means



I choke on my voice

it ain't the right words

It's always the sound

of something I heard

Don't know if it's hard

Don't know what redeems

I'm coming apart



There's too much to move

and nothing to save.

Oh, ain't it sweet

back in the grave?

It clutches my heart

This yearning and dreams,

I'm coming apart