oh leave me alone.

[murcielagita]

I'm trying to explain this. I can't.

Is it going to turn out horrible if I try now?

Sam is a golem,
he eats warm earth.
I listen to the hammers and strings
and everything sings
Sam likes to come home on the city bus
beside the stormy coast
I'll think about him when I enter the tree-tunnel
filled with motion

Someone I wish existed
or the golems that exist in me
or in other minds

Sadness taps from inside the stone angel
moss collects in the streams of water
rapture collects in the water
stone divides from mind

I want to start the fires
and sure, that is my place
I want this thing to stay
this thing that can't not stay
it's my sunshine in a way
you're my sunshine in a way
only when shade lets moss grow
that gentle kind of exposure
all the time
every day