Lyrics

You taste,
just like storm smell rolling,
through the air…

You feel,
like my breath,
on a paper plate
(Stained-left-to-stray)
(where-we-used-to-
play.)

I know,
You know,
that it’s too late.
The sun,
the sun it rose,
casting rays,
demanding shade,
the night,
blooms underway.

The tick of your wrist is lost,
Or AWAY.
Un-ravel, ravel me,
Back to the stray
Of the furrow of your thirst
Or the cuff of your shirt.

We whistle silent,
We make breeze.
I taught you that, I taught you that
keep yourself,
on me.