Vacant Intimacies (Audiotree Live)

God, I mourn my body

Mourn the worn woman in me

Child seeking a shelter

Child living the wound

You want the one who’s gone

You want the one who’s gone

You want the one who’s gone

You want the one who’s gone

I remember every empty hand

Every echoing cave that never gave back

I remember every hollow home

Grasping to the absence, haunted by the lack

Grasping to the absence, haunted by the vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

To fear feeling the fracture

To hear the compounded loss

To fear leaving the rapture

Hearing the silence song

I want the one who’s gone

I want the one who’s gone

I want the one who’s gone

I want the one who’s gone

I remember every empty hand

Every echoing cave that never gave back

I remember every hollow home

Grasping to the absence, haunted by the lack

Grasping to the absence, haunted by the vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies

Vacant intimacies