Finding the coolest angle
I will make it from pleasant materials
Neither gaze into each other’s mirrors
A dark blue sky over wet roofs
I will make it from pleasant materials
When I stroke the wall with my hands
A dark blue sky over wet roofs
While we sit in the belly of the whale
When I stroke the wall with my hands
Sorrow forms a dome
While we sit in the belly of the whale
You’re dreaming.
Sorrow forms a dome
Neither gaze into each other’s mirrors
You’re dreaming.
Finding the coolest angle