A human in the void
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
Not before the trees burst to life
Your loss is in the right place
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
They must go around
Your loss is in the right place
The blossoms of sleep
They must go around
I’m foreign to you
The blossoms of sleep
You’re an old asshole.
I’m foreign to you
Not before the trees burst to life
You’re an old asshole.
A human in the void