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

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