Make me think of beauty
At the end of sight
Hid the shame in low light
Still it hangs above us
This is the performance
Frantic are the steps
It’s the hunger that has kept
Our hands clasped around nothing
Held to my bloody mouth
Thoughts turned to fresh water
I was perhaps a daughter
Before the red dusk
Afterwards I’m swimming
To become everywhere
I would like to go there
So I can emerge new
Try again tomorrow
Tell me every day
Now is for the sway
…teeter into ruin
I was born by this dance
This dance will be my doom
Nestled in this room
Is all I know of beauty

Nestled in this room is all I know of beauty