Lyrics

We speak on the shore, tongues lapping, each impulse, a leaf on the water, careening then swallowed. You were evergreen then, and deciduous I, and perfidious I, was born from. Shuttered season. I shuddered as your fingers map these veins. Innumerable now. Count these veins. And I was red, and upturned, and I hoped you would die before the springtime. I was red, and upturned, and I hoped you would die... You were skipping stones, toes in the water, when I opened you. You turned red, and I turned grey. As arbiter wind buried us in leaves. And there we lay, 'til the springtime, when melted snow washed us away. Washed us away.