Dinu Lipatti's Bones

We stank of hair dye and ammonia We sealed ourselves away from view You were looking at the void and seldom blinking The best that I could do Was to train my eyes on you We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones And built a little house that we could live in Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones We kept our friends at bay all summer long Treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could Wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets To keep wintertime at bay But December showed up anyway There was no money; it was money that you wanted I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned And we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams From Dinu Lipatti's bones