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?