Smoke climbs on limbs of night and branches into stars.
Cigarette candles, little white flowers scattered on damp black.
A quiet kiss and honest stares -
We are here.
Hold her close, please; You never know when she'll disappear
Into dust in the stars, soft petals and paper candlesticks.
Pray, like humans do.
Cigarette candles, little white flowers scattered on damp black.
A quiet kiss and honest stares -
We are here.
Hold her close, please; You never know when she'll disappear
Into dust in the stars, soft petals and paper candlesticks.
Pray, like humans do.
