These denim jeans are washed out

From the summer, that we jumped into the water

You tore at the seams of the hollows, of the ash tree

Standing right next to your daughter

Your crimson lashes divide and melt

When sunlight rays, upon your skin

Your tired limbs will ache until the dawn comes

And your lips part into thin

We are fragile and fleeting

In towering gloom

Where the lights are too bright

In the air, in this room

We are vacant and fading

Where concealing is still

The mind is not a subtle place

It stings until it kills

You close your eyes, the tears resist

The figure’s beauty in the mist

The melt will come, but here you stay

The woods will call

But please don’t stray

Your lucid fingers ebb and flow

When darkness falls, they never show

A lighthouse stump upon the cove

The ivy’s prick, from skull to trove

The beauty dawns upon your space

You close your eyes, you have no face

You radiate a new day’s dusk

You’re filled with tears, you’re filled with lust

We are fragile and fleeting

In towering gloom

Where the lights are too bright

In the air, in this room

We are vacant and fading

Where concealing is still

The mind is not a subtle place

It stings until it kills

You close your eyes, the tears resist

The figure’s beauty in the mist

The melt will come, but here you stay

The woods will call

But please don’t stray

The woods will call

But please don’t stray