A Likely Story

You're telling me such likely stories
And I want to believe they're true
You're selling me such sweet little lies
I run but barely move

You say everyone lives in the mountains
So I'm always looking up above
You're filling up these empty places
With your hollow words of love

I forgot to mention all those silences
Between the words and the deeds
I'd retrace my steps in so many places
But I'm cut off at the knees

You snow down after midnight
With a quiet flapping of wings
While I listen to the dark sky falling
And slip on Saturn's rings

And when light shone despite the daggers
And staggered across my room
I believed you own the universe
The sun, the stars, and the moon