When comets call, I feel all the daggers drawn
Pushing me against the wall, when comets call
You were the silver sun, I was a little seed
Drowning like a bug in your sunscreen
I traded all my sticks, circling the earth
In our wooden ships for a few terms
We're falling into streams, the four posts of the shrine
Showered in debris, and I knew you were mine
Like all the pyramids, just patterns on your skirt
The worst kind of itch after a sunburn
After a sunburst
When comets fall, I feel all the daggers drawn
Pushing me against the wall, when comets fall