The weight of days on me!
The corn is burning under my feet.
The words like circles and,
I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall,
in the deepest void of all.
Haven't seen you in weeks,
no clouds in the sky to rain me a drop.
Loving touch I need!
I am killing time by the lake
diving off the cliff, many times.
Scarring myself, colliding,
on the lake bed so dry.
The world's without virginity,
and souls have no intergrity.
The Word of grave old danger: Love!
It's all I'm after, I am done.
The ground's not shaking under my feet,
the World's not turning anymore.
Wind is a thief, lonelier than me!
And it does not want me in here.
Plant a flower of love,
care for it, water it.
Lounge in the shade,