Troubled words

When the words are troubled and the phone line is tinny,

When the songs being written to a ghostly melody,
When my heart won't sleep, but the eyes won't wake,
When he speaks in his sleep, but his covers still quake,

That's when the sun sets and the colors stain,
The sky like marble, like fuchsia painted pain.
That's when our skin becomes translucent and our eyes can truly see.
Because somewhere along the line we lost the barrier between you and me.