villagers

Safe underneath the water, child of the slaughter

Sung it to yourself

Sound swimming in the silence, daughter of the violence

Sung into the void

A Roxy Music cassette dying in the dashboard sun

Clean redemption, your attention asleep in someone else's car

Found mowing down the flowers, vanishing the hours

Yelling at the moon

Sleep-walking with the jackals, expanding on the fractals

A diorama breaks

The villagers as one go quiet as you come closer

The weekend cannibals arrive

Child of things we never mention grounded in the tension

And digging up the bones

Lost inside of your good graces, forgot a million faces

A memory or dream

Worlds never collide, they just hover and spin

The sweetest forever is always and never halfway home, halfway home

Halfway home, halfway home

Halfway home, halfway home

Halfway home, halfway home