I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes I see a little house on the hill and children's names I see quiet nights poured over ice and tanquery but everything is shattering and it's my mistake we find each other in the margins we create under street lights and on street corners the spaces we forge together become sacred and safe our very own microcosm we can indulge in this feeing even through we've been taught not to when we hold hands and we kiss and we dance this is our chosen family Cover by nxcturnally