Forest gets dark, too dark to see,
if you’re my friend or an enemy.
Rain falls down and thunder howls.
we take our hands, flee into holes.

We lie down in meat beds.
We pray for the hunter's death.
We bury ourselves in our desire.
To feel save, we lay fire.

The fires we set are coming after us.

What hasn’t been said now
remains unsaid
Because the smoke is already filling our lungs
And our legs, they won’t carry us far
We’re falling, we’re waiting
Ashes in our hands
Rest your head against mine.


from Odes To Love, Flames To Paris, released March 6, 2016



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