I look in your eyes.
They’re leading me down to, down to your skies.
All stars lose their glow there.
Always betrayed by the doors to your eyes.
I follow his hand.
It’s leading me down to, down the the land.
Wildflowers can’t grow there.
Always betrayed by the doors to the scam.
I see it’s hear again, soon you’ll be gone.
I see your window across the yard, where I come from.