Allay Churn Video (MV)

These moments are like trees
The branches end in leaves
The roots beneath my feet
Are origins underneath

There was that time
I sat in your kitchen
And I stared
At your lips
It was a rare lapse
For me but, we ran out
Of words
To say
I was so tired
I fell
Asleep
On my hand
But even I
Knew the
Night
Had to end

That person isn't me anymore
The calendar no longer reads October
And it's too warm to think about a sweater
And I don't recognize the address on your letter