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?