You Come To The Door, Come To Me
Your cheeks, the green hill
Behind you, outside your kitchen window.
Your light, radiation
Could not keep shining.
Your whisper on the wound:
Shhhhh. Mild. Shhhhh. Mild. Shhhhh.
Your cheeks, the green hill
Behind you, outside your kitchen window.
Your light, radiation
Could not keep shining.
Your whisper on the wound:
Shhhhh. Mild. Shhhhh. Mild. Shhhhh.