The mildness strikes me, yay
Sitting in the complete night
And everything is covered in an almost tangible gray
And features are highlighted in concord grape
Well and the sky pulses
The veins in the clouds
Rhythmic and soft
With the same energy that hums in my ears
Flaring bits of light, like you just opened your eyes
Invite the shadows to mesh into and in-between
It's almost like you're looking across a fire rushing pebble and salt
There and gone all in the same
Well and the fire pulses
With the heat of the flame
With the same energy
That hums in my ears
And the leaves were like plastic
Demanding your detail
So surreal
Like part of a play
Like part of a play
And the ground pulses
Right under my feet
With the same energy
That hums in my ears