Hey, Fayetvteille
Let’s let this one go
Things stick out from the ground
Round things spin in the wind
Let’s risk an awkward silence
Pick a patch of grass by the road side
Wait until after dark
Watch the souls leave all the dead things
Let’s not ponder our double chins…
Who’s ancestors were closest
To the mud snails
We have no daughter to torture
No use for a house in the air
Let’s darken ourselves with the sun
We pass through gates into
Empty fields
There are no fences
No lines to cross or step over
DQ grill and chill
1000 paper cranes
Destroying mountains for the roads
Destroying roads for the music
Listening and rebuilding
Schwervon! 