You might think the angels were running
That his heart was burning with tears
Open the door in the wall
She says
But no words come
They can't
She says
In secret nothings
Where magic is a rotting sound
That she once spoke about
Each day seeds descend
Earth dries in the sun
Your heart turns
And pounds.
That his heart was burning with tears
Open the door in the wall
She says
But no words come
They can't
She says
In secret nothings
Where magic is a rotting sound
That she once spoke about
Each day seeds descend
Earth dries in the sun
Your heart turns
And pounds.