Lovely water flows through my fingers
Brown it may seem from the dirt underneath us
I can see you as long as
Water moves gracefully past our bodies
Summer moon peaks their head through the
Trees in our backyard, blue bottle snuff jar
Echos ring when we're out dancing
I hear them crying, sobered past dying
Scary flashlights, faceless chickens
Running 'round naked, nothing is sacred
I can feel the overcast blowing
All of their mothers died from cancer
