The Only Day

I am traveling through rooms and constellations
Dancing over broken years
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

(I am not hiding)
(I'm picturing the water falling over everything)
(Unphased and unblemished, the thought remained ever-present)
(There's a settling in my bones that, for once, does not feel like dying)

But here, within this hotel room, is the only truth I can hold onto
And, oh, not never
Not yesterday, not tomorrow
Not same, not different
Not lost, not found

'Cause today is the only day