Grass is beautiful even with elephants
Your heart is brave with its fears
Escapes are for the sake of getting caught
Betrayal happens to love loyalty's attitude
With a pair of rusty scissors in its hand
As time cuts it, sorrow's hair grows longer
It's our duty to live with remembrance, yet
You would die if you didn't forget
You increase through losing.
The benediction of tears on your life.
On a distant sea shore
Falling in love with your own scar tissue
You'll hurt countless times
The trouble of what you've seen on your heart.
In a distant gypsy tale
Burning sorrowful kindlings in the creek
You'll make peace with the other you,
The one that will make you swallow
The words you spit.