Triggering Back

Letting go the days we knew when others fell before you
Half a statue carved in ochre
Let’s we forget our will is a broken one, oh honey
Deep resonation signs our declension
Some hesitation bears ready mention
Turn off the station to multiply the tension, darling
I found a way to set aside the fact that I adore your
Laundry lists and long promenades
With haunting kisses and passing the days, honeychild
Signed and sealed and in this sound we hear the memory dying
Wondering if we paid attention
Would we have seen our proper ascension day
Oh there’s no way