When lacy wears decompose
I do not know, where do they go?
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air
Oh, the edges crisp and frayed
Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air
And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see
When lacy wings decompose
I do not know, where do they go?
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air
And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see
Them ascend & remember….remember
What is white
All the edges crisp & frayed
Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air
And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see
Them ascend & remember….remember
What is white, what is white……..