Heaven
Do you see the same things when you look-up? orDo you see the same things when your eyes are closed?
Colder Skies moving into these days while
She stares from the kitchen stares while
She ties his tie, prepares tables
for heaven, heaven
havana
heaven, heaven
(looks-up) "I won't."
(eyes shut) "You can't."
"I won't run your party. You can't run my life."
But the table cut cores.
She stows away her band
jars up her smile
And flies
And flies
to heaven, heaven
havana
heaven, heaven
to heaven, heaven
havana
heaven, heaven
She throws away her promise
Skins her own face
Then leaves
Then leaves
to heaven, heaven
havana
heaven, heaven
to heaven, heaven
havana
heaven, heaven
Slow Burn
