I am traveling through rooms and constellations Dancing over broken mirrors Shouting my name into cathedrals of transient space Where we are trafficking in memory And the future is a loop of a dirty picture Speculations on markets of unknown currency Every page unwritten, every breath new So oh my love, please don’t cry I’ll be there when I get there Still there are ghosts in my bones Shadows and ashes Fragmented pieces of you that visit me in my sleep I dreamed I offered you a ride, for old time’s sake Your pink fingers pressed against my back The other hand around my waist You’re always here like a rubber band, pushing pulling But here in this hotel room is the only truth I can hold on to Now, not never Not yesterday, not tomorrow Not same, not different Not lost, not found ‘Cause today is the only day