Athom

You seeded one seed, my love Now rampant like cancer grows And I bow and talk with none again Head's sinking, eyes down, they found A stoned body, gliding to the ground Forlorn too lorn to move There's so much to do, so much to live Everything is said But my love is going mad It's 3 A.M Pry out the street It's too late to be easy We're beating the cleat Dried out of heat Tower me Over me Just as you wanted To avoid it You already hold it In your hand