Just admiring grass on a hill
No one cares until they’ve laughed
In the changing light we may see
The benefits of you and me

Times are hard, the goings rough
We’re spinning at a height where velocity is lust

You feel there’s something in the air
Apologies are made
We’re bothered and beguiled
And I’m pulling at your strings
They’re frayed and coming loose
Perhaps we take a walk

And if the sun comes out
We’ll find us some shade
You say that the universe
Was cleverly made

Ask a question, get a response
A reaction come from the deep dark woods

Gilded are the wings we fly
In tapestry we call the people left behind

You say it’s happening again
A measly afterthought
I’m petty and immune
If property is theft and that you say you’re mine,
What would your mother say to you?

And so we ask again,
The meaning of I
We warp crush and try to bend
The meaning of why?

The skin of a goat
The sound of a broken heart
For seasons in a day

Lost in the Milky Way
Not a stain
No, not here
Come what may