Too pretty
Too present
Too brainy
Too bold
To live in always-elsewhere mode
With you
Too pretty
Too present
Too brainy
Too bold
To live in always-elsewhere mode
With you
They are always goneThe whole world
Spins somewhere
But here
Its soft hum
Is nothing
Like this
Such curved heights
It knows not
Of how
Let my rain
Rinse clean now
War paint