The coffee burned
its first time down...

Six suns around my head
burning bright...

Snow falls outside
there's a fire roaring indoors...

They rose from the dirt
and to the dirt they fall...

Outside the window
i saw you...

A bird
flies out...

Six feet
three bodies...

The rooster
crows...

Fate is an iron horse
running on...

I want to create
something...

Nick cave said it best
but where are you now...