Spend your money
On a broken death cat hat
Waste away on open
Death cat black
I waste somebody
You take away
I am a cipher
You are the writer
It's all I want
I am the witch-hunt dead
There's nothing left to find
From circular fields of view
Leaving me defined
In certain shades of you
There's nothing left to find
From circular fields of view
As the stars grows so cold
The Sun, it calls your name
And the wind glows so warm
Here we are again
Are you in love?
Are you feeling stuck?
It's not enough to want
To be in love
When you're out of touch
It's not enough to want
I look for easy access
To the spirit in the language
Of the native plants we know