Sitting in corners
I count minutes over ice
Waiting for ground
A land without my king
I search for his fallen crown
I see no trail
Belief in ground
Dare to trespass
This land is my haunting
Covered in painted glass
You tear our eyes out
But we still sing your name
Little girl with red hair
Read me a simple story
Then I will give your eyes back
Tombstone flowers turn to ash
Throw them into my ocean
This fish will turn black
Wishing to be lost in mountains
I can’t outrun telephone wires
So I sit
Drowning at dawn
I watch for seagulls
Pretending I have companions
I saw it before the first day
Ice turning to light
Descending my eyes were cut
This time I want to go
I found no king
Just cracked fingers