Luminance

Magnetic tapes are old bloodstreams
for this recording machine.
We're serving all the jaded hearts
of those without a place to start.
Washing them of all mistake,
ill-confidence could never fake
the notes and bolts that ring this song:
expired tales of love gone wrong.
Why do I stay the same?
Why do I hear your name
on every street, on every path?
Luminance
Why do I hear your name?
Why do I feel the same
in every dream I ever have?
Luminance
Standing in a freezing place beyond,
until your heart has stopped its chime.
Branded with an order number,
and washing them of all mistake.