sailor.
open the archives. Holy letters full of their lies. Golden birds fly out of our church, i am absent, vacant purity, pour it in on me. support from the book of ask no questions tell no lies. let the bells ring clean.
+or if you prefer+
take me to a place of light & magic. slothful in the trees you fall into me. Fly handsome bird and play your beautiful music, show me your perfect shade of red. Nature brought it to us, now i am ready to see it. sitting in an alabaster tree like gods hand holding us, rising upwards, finger tips branching outwards nerves & veins exposed. she's got it inside make those movies flash on the screen every angle like a photograph.
+or if you prefer+
take me to a place of light & magic. slothful in the trees you fall into me. Fly handsome bird and play your beautiful music, show me your perfect shade of red. Nature brought it to us, now i am ready to see it. sitting in an alabaster tree like gods hand holding us, rising upwards, finger tips branching outwards nerves & veins exposed. she's got it inside make those movies flash on the screen every angle like a photograph.