Post tropical

Will not come home Tepid and cold Crawling lessons to the fold Trace it by line Light in the ground Feeling the face to the sound Now I can't walk I can barely run and the walls will travel on Tear it...

There is so little left from the warmth of the sun There is so little left from the warmth of the sun There is so little left from the warmth of the sun Tell me this is it Where nothing starts Been in...

In the canyon I was started young In the ocean, in the valley run There was hope that time would disappear In the smoke and when the valley clears And I think about the cold air I've been thinking...

Soon as the storm hit, struck on the hull Hand in the hallway, here was the soul after soul Then in a waste end way they call them home Take it through the footstep in the hearing call Then no one...

Out with the golden we sew And the lower past that crawls Now, to the doorway you run To the girl that's not enough Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky In the calm the feather flip...

How was the gold? Along the path of eternity hold Although it called on a pair on its way Blind in the hot grass and called endlessly Now we're so slow. Why do you cry Reclaim your passing and passing...

Someone here's a lie, somewhere underneath Caught between the railing, mirroring the beat I no longer feel and the years asleep Show no sense of hope, staring honestly I wanna go south of the river...

Speak until the dust Settles in the same specific place Light refused to go Drink it from a cast and iron plate Instead of cold milk Was offered unripe Instead of silence Considered craven And nothing...

'Cause I will not cave under you For my heart is an unending tomb And I will not trouble your rest For my heart is infinity, blessed Ever a hard rot Cut from an ancient cloth Of old And someone is...

Stow it away for words for dream Took the nerve for unseen, feeling it go untrue For a say what is true of chaos in too Then in the quiet it calls again In our world in our time Give it all miles away...