Tempests rage,
Outside our window.
Light show provided by God.
See how perfectly,
The sky can be ripped open,
How remaining,
Like a stone,
All lily white,
And cold.
Ignore the arrow,
Pierces chest,
Keep moving,
Towards the sunset.
Tempests rage,
Outside our window.
Light show provided by God.
See how perfectly,
The sky can be ripped open,
How remaining,
Like a stone,
All lily white,
And cold.
Ignore the arrow,
Pierces chest,
Keep moving,
Towards the sunset.