Testi The Search for Dark Lake - Laura Gibson

The Search for Dark Lake

O desire you circle like a drunken bird
Spinning in my lungs just like a song
Just like a song but gone unheard
O desire I know you like a phantom limb
Slowly swinging just beyond my will
And I’ll be crying, «Just be still, be still, be still, be still.»
O desire, you flicker brightest in the shadows
Will you find me tangled in a sheet?
Will you find me wandering in place?
Will you take me for a stranger, take me for a ghost
Follow my cold feet into a lake, into a dream, into the dark?