This Green City - The Glove

Someone’s evil laugh shoots down my back

Shapeless and aging we start to run

Through the tangle of your broken words

This cheap impulse falls so dry

In the maze I burn down turn

You turn my skin around

Wishing my eyes could look down down on me…

Stairs fall like jewels

As we near the door

You fold through my neck

Arms like crystal

So black with charm breath

We turn to face the dying sun…

This green city rains down on me

This green city rains down