I Talk To God But The Sky

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

Not Easy To State The Change You Made. If I'm Alive Now, I Was Dead, Though, Like A Stone, Unbothered By It.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.

Winter Dawn Is The Color Of Metal, The Trees Stiffen Into Place Like Burnt Nerves.