In the near horizon
The moon awaits a change
Honestly
At this point something's ought to change
Your wildfire roamed across my chest and I closed my eyes
As if I could evade such violent crimson flames
My body my home becomes snowflake soft ashes
And I tried to make you cry but the grief never came
Darling have you
Any intent to change
Oh I've been sick of making mends
When each stitch tears another hole in me
My daydreams offer a world in which I wouldn't need you to breathe
But I am my mother's daughter
I've lived for my lovers since the beginning
And with you I will climb on top of willow
To beg you not to go
With us the brook would erode
Oh I've got a ten year plan
Where I won't be alive to witness it
My daydreams fill with me returning to the golden edge of the clay cliffs
And if I give up on your love it might be the only thing left to remember me
But judging by the way it leans over the city
It'll be the first to go
And with it I can erode
30 years after chernobyl
Flora overgrows
The benevolent forgiveness of nature
Remains my only hope
But is there some sort of legacy
A fragment of me
A particle of any kindness
Left in your humanity
I swear I'm not naive
That I really think you can change
I really think you can change