Children softly answer, broken down at the end of lines
Buried under father\'s decaying insides
The cold outside sweeps with understanding forgiveness
Jealous scribbles etched on false memory
Broken hearts ruptured plead with orange leaves
Drinking my head, sad moments, tearful moments
R.I.P moments, teary-eyed
Skin tarnished by a thousand lies
Silver, emerald, cobwebs in lavender smoke
Seismic aftershocks, taste new waves, new blood
Flooded with sunshine, love penetrating
Falling like dust with the embers of childhood heartache
Boys crying in rain storms, girls laughing in weeded creeks
Preaching veins wondering like emblematic statues
Black eyes when we\'re arguing and I adore the clear sky
Seeds in dreams when we\'re numb
Sleeping in daisy fields
Golden crescent wings fluttering
I\'m insane and life is real, looming veils
Blooming in the hazy meadow peasouper
We touch each other and we\'re closer
Burning in each other\'s fire, secret lips confessing
The darkness consumes me and I subside
I feel the storms at night, a world where we can\'t die
That was the old me
But when I think about those times, all those blinding nights
It makes my heart bleed when I feel the days go by
Your breath becomes nothing in the morning light
And the burden in my hands is helpless
Mourning in the cradle of solace, I hear you like a ghost
Invisible perfume, envelopes unopened in silent rooms
Like the sweet smell of asphodel, the perfect scent of man
Modelling clay in trembling hands, dirty and remembering
Curses so big in my nightmares, I feel the urge to wipe myself from song
And find a ship back to the island of hope
The night fades like memory, that time I found love
Dying on a hill, swallowed a bitter pill
A sea of indifferent emotions, swelling like cake
Profound in nature lingering like a memory
Once I seen a dove glittering and butterflies shimmering
White skin paradise
Paintings melt like wax, young lust in museums
I love you, rainbow puke fuck machine
Drifting winds in pornographic dreams, simmering
Voices rising like the dancing sunrise
Whale cries in a reverberating jukebox
Waiting for a sign, red-herrings I ignore
The genesis, the afterlife, the knock on the door
In this fractured house, oh how the heart works
The mind remembers it fondly
Those slow walks in parks by autumn lakes
Funny little muddy faces, bending willow shape
Waiting for the day you see me in the pouring rain
At the earth\'s core, sucking milk like a fawn in the breeze
Genitals sweeter than apple trees, playing games
But I don\'t care what you say.