Garbage Fires

Blooming moon

Garbage fires

and the echoes of my

last goodbyes

full moon

in your eyes

outside the leaves are falling

and you cry

a little room

little lie

dance undress together

in the wild

come soon

be my bride

be my silent hollow

every night

don't leave me

out of my head

floating in bars

leave me

out of my head

chasing blues stars

i need you out of my head

cause I fall apart