Five Months, Five Days

I know you, I knew you 
Now the song and the air run right into a swell 
And it rings out: “There’s a quiet here, I just need to close my body down—rest where old refrain meets the sound” 
And hold (the place holding the notes you’ll always know) back everything 
It starts with your veins, and not a vision—framed—just waiting for you 
Brush aside the paints that shake you 
Green hues near unspeakable are at my door 
Shades of comfort fill my world 
Now leave me here 
(All praise be to Stipe)