Из альбома: Bright Apocalypse
When will it end?
This looking for food
I scavenge the ground
and eat rotten fruit
that falls outside Your walls
When will I simply love You
and move into the garden?
What I refuse
You will use to surround me
I spit out Your seeds
and You grow all around me
even my poison flowers in You
When will I simply love you
and move into the garden?
When will it end?
You keep looking for food
I should be shrinking
to fit in Your palm
I should be rising
up to your lips
lucky for me
You scavenge the ground
and eat rotten fruit