You're crawling on fours
Through a pink sky
Not making a noise
When he walks by
Embers where we danced
Hot coals in your eyelids
Let me be innocent
Cut my branches again
You changed
It wouldn't work
Is a good lie
We're taking turns
With a glass eye
Embers where we danced
Hot coals in your eyelids
Let me be innocent
Cut my branches again
You changed