The hair is blonde and falls
Down your face
An unsuccessful attempt
To try and erase
The fog [?] is blue and settles
Settles with the heat
This stitching is familiar I can
Trace it with my feet
The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast...
This is not a test, it's just an ask
And the question is how fast
A bird that's small enough
To winter in your ear
Bleeds you draining cup of oil
It's bitter, makes me cheer
[?]Grasping body front
[?]Cleaning into moon
Sheets are wrapped around I will be
Joining you there soon
The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast...
This is not a test, it's just an ask
And the question is how fast
And the question is...
