May

oh my mind it’s bound turning time

weary ‘neath the shimmer of your shine

oh i i’ll make it right

hold true to come back one day maybe

then i can see through your eyes

disintegrate mine all the same

then the banks gave in

onto our poor heads

i swore could hear them say the bells are coming in

this order's tall from my home here underground

following the sound of feet tapping the wall

i am so sick of catching snow

just let it all blow

spinning the time ‘till the years turn me to bones

the wingnut turns

tired old crows beak

out came a sound

sleep on the floor ‘till may comes around