GRASS


As silver tears they weave and lace,
Sad patterns upon her face,
She waits for you
So low below a laser sun,
Through velvet fields she runs,
Reaching for you
And so you bleed now,
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart
Why don?t you leave now,
The city?s too heavy
And your dreams they melt in the sun
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide
Through shadows of grief she slides,
She waits for you
There on a hill before the dawn,
In silence a promise torn,
She turns from you
And so you bleed now
As silver tears, they weave and lace,
She waits for you
So low below a laser sun,
Reaching for you
On mellow blue birds curve and glide
She waits for you
There on a hill before the dawn,
She turns from you







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