Raised By Swans

Lately you've been gathering fragments
Pictures, anecdotes
All in the hopes of substance quieting echoes
Ghosts who've kissed your hand then
Cut your throat
'Cause maybe then her love could sleep
In autumn starlight
Cold and deep
But still the bombs drop every night
Imagined life
Imagined life
Honing these questions like sharpening knives
Lined up like X-ray machines in my mind
A man in a room and a girl in the sky
Why can't you just try