The grass has died
Somewhere must be green
Somewhere where everything is just as it should be
Somewhere where my fingers are birds that fly free and your voice is cool
Honey
Dripping sunshine down my knees
Blue water healing
My tired baby bleeds
It bleeds
Eyes like the earth and skin like the breeze
My lips salt water blooming
Can't you see I want you here
Please be a tiger brave eclipse in my chest
Be a rotation in a new direction
Speak ancient words to me
Forgotten mother languages
Whisper the word for godly love that grows you
Godly love that never leaves
Do I believe that you could be my moonrise night
Should I
Should I
Please be a tiger brave eclipse in my chest