Beautiful song

slain by your zirconium smile
I was slain by your olivine eyes
slain, I was lying in piles
hoping shovels would cast me
furnaces burn everlasting
black tattoos of you onto me
furnacres burn everlasting
black tattoos of you onto me

burn, brand my memory
black a tattoo of you
wash me with your mouth
brackish bright water from your eyes
I'll homing pigeon fly
to hover by your window white and shy
homing pigeon fly
to hover by

spill my ashes to the wind
ghosts can gather what they've found
now we can struggle in the web
we can struggle
with white spider stars coming down
and night blowing black from the ground
with white spider stars coming down
and night blowing black from the ground

From the lovely
Laura Viers new Album- Year of Meteors
Buy it now.