Approaching wild
Unkempt, you shine like a child
I know you have jangled for miles
In the cold
Count up nine
Planets on horizon sign
Breathing together
So similar in kind
Ice over we glide
Stitched thorough and wide
Chamomile
Strands line a long white aisle
Breathing together
So similar in style
Ice over we glide
Stitched thorough and wide
Why can't I feel a thing?