forest spirit, sun on your back - Crisscross, Charon
Alright
Let the logic take you over, up, and out of my sight
There's a head with your name on it somewhere green
Where the fields are full of saffron creatures you're just a machine
So think of dropping crisscross for Charon
A game of cat and mouse with blank stares on
You can't break this fall on your tiptoes
You're not the only face full of blood though
This ancient year
When the sun comes down upon us heaven will disappear
But what 'd you want if it wasn't a sibylline ground?
And in an instant, file it, all we have are green blue and brown
So think of dropping crisscross for Charon
A game of cat and mouse with blank stares on
You can't break this fall on your tiptoes
You're not the only face full of blood though
Written by:
Noah Bromberg
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