covered in pine needles, its tricky today
the sky is ripe and heavy
it aches to let go
and the earth wants for nothing but mist
the hot chocolate of each building is getting stale
the smoldering is not quite a smolder today
but more of a drum, drum

there is still time, come on
we are a falling ash and right before we burn out
right before we hit the sun, eyes will blaze
and the rockets will breach the orbit

you have shifted my gravitational pull, strange one
you have lifted my veil, my blindness recedes
only to lie thick on the floor, but i am calling every inch of gratitude
will you look my way again