In a hollow of viridian
I see you
Soft and still as biology
The trees want to grasp at you again
Hung like a golden bell at the heart of a willow
Like a golden bell
There"s no life you could offer that would mean anything to me
I see you
Soft and still as biology
The trees want to grasp at you again
Hung like a golden bell at the heart of a willow
Like a golden bell
There"s no life you could offer that would mean anything to me