Tied to the sun
I spread myself amongst the weeds and drink from above
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should
Oh here it comes
The possibility of warmth unearths me right now
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should