Fourteen times I call your name
Fourteen times I get the same
A silent chill an empty room
And four dogs barking at the moon.

I go out to the ancient street
And spill my way through scattered light
The world is shaken at my feet
It takes me down into the night

I've seen a thousand suns set into the ground
Like a thousand born into a single sound
There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past
And there are fourteen ways of trying to make it last

Fourteen blades of melting grass
Fourteen shades tied to the mast
Fourteen tears strapped to the eye
Fourteen fears must wave goodbye
Fourteen bells must tole the day
When fourteen dreams don't fade away
There are fourteen nettles in the kiss
Fourteen feelings feel like this

Seen a thousand suns set into the ground
Like a thousand born into a single sound
There are fourteen ways of tearing up the past
There are fourteen ways of trying to make it last.
Before the dream between the fall
I wade into the twisted sand
While lovers stand against the wall
With frozen eyes and slight of hand.