from some regular ash
all the phoenixes
look away
uneasy
and somewhat sick
to realize
here’s one
deciding against
eternity
from some regular ash
all the phoenixes
look away
uneasy
and somewhat sick
to realize
here’s one
deciding against
eternity
I’ll divine meaning from your insides
And watch which way the birds fly
I’ll put your face under my pillow
And learn about you while I sleep
I’ll wait for lightning to strike a willow
And ask the ashes which tomb to sweep
And when I get my answers
I’ll let you know immediately