New co-produced song in progress

a lyrical work in progress:

There're words needing pages
Cause the memory's fading
like lightning,
of a night sky

Turn down the next song
the old one the best one
Evading the spring singing deeds

Collapse, perhaps, another day fasting
Collapse, perhaps, another day fasting

The wait compressed coils
Yields to two bodies
Our memories are laying to rest

The frost spans the ceilings
These cold day feelings
Awakened by chills across skin

Collapse, perhaps, another day fasting
Collapse, perhaps, forgetting what's lasting