Staring through glassy eyes
Past rain threading the window with lace...

I could be close to you
Carry your pain, your ails...

Let it cradle you softly in tender arms
Let them course throughout you...

Angels break their backs in fields of wheat
Demons reap the fruits of the land...

Back when we loved without remorse
I, your innumerable, you, my first...

Stars in my eyes
Wounds on my chest...

And as i cry myself to sleep every night
I hope it rains like hell in your dreams...

I cant help what i don't feel
I cant help what i do...

The ease of changing a bird's wings
Through time and adaptation...

You're a brilliant martyr
A famed fire starter...

I couldnt help you if i tried
Face the fact, i would have died...

It sprouts from beneath the ground
It grows, it grows, it grows...