My eyes have turned so green
My pastures have given life to…
Dreams of evergreen
Breathe life into the morning, into the morning
Streams of emeraldine
Bring life into the morning, into the morning
Bleeding, bludgeoning, receding
I give, you win my sleep
In my slumber our worlds collide
Denied all the things I wanted
All the things I’ve given
Love show me what I must give
To make you stay here with me
Far is no good to the closeness I crave
We can never be more than breathe
To a memory that fears no death
Whispers hold on to skirting boards
Lest they speak what they can’t afford
Those great walls with big ears to hoard
Every node is a well for those odes that once wished you well
And all the errors were once fortunes
That reigned supreme in a world where we feasted on subtleties
Where we feasted on Dopamine.