Azaleas

You're coming with the clouds

Can feel the rain before it falls

On my blossoming sky

On my blossoming sky

The virgin gardens breathe

Still haven't given birth to me

I sit and wait in stars

I sit and wait in stars

I hear the unheard heart

In my breathing like a clock

Made of moving spheres

It's made of moving spheres

Are you holding on to me

Can it be

That you breathe through me

That you bleed with me

How do you reconciled

How do I have loved you

If we embrace, we cannot die

Our bodies are flowers

Our bodies are flowers