Clouds moving to make British mountains, appears to be light. Today I'll be the wind, cold wash over your pale skin.
All life like beings consumed by the trees, my lungs feel hollow without leaves keeping green. We are shadows of something beautiful.
The stars were born above us, before us, now they're falling into the eyes of the sea. Swim beneath me and into my blood before the sun evaporates my silky pores.
Serein skys, it's almost light. I'll crumble into the day to watch your face change, leave my heart in a seed and plant it outside your window.
Roots under your house, i doubt you'll even notice the cracks upon the walls. Ruffled petals, falling..we're all just threads below ground.