Soon, we will be like used matchsticks.
Used and falling apart at a touch.
We combust when in the same breath,
faint sparks of heat lightning
in a turbulent night sky.
Soon, we will share sleep.
Dreaming and living us,
in both places.
Soon, we will be like used matchsticks.
Used and falling apart at a touch.
We combust when in the same breath,
faint sparks of heat lightning
in a turbulent night sky.
Soon, we will share sleep.
Dreaming and living us,
in both places.