The Promise Ring - Mineral Point lyrics

bu*terfly kissing you by the river, where it started. Sandy strands of dishwater hair and raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields, off-white, under dry wind skies. The sun visits you, shorelines undone, waits on wading ankles in shivering pools, just moving on (forget me not, dear). God created bu*terfly kisses to ruin concentration, land in you warmer than a whisper. Like ivies come, comets break, west turns north, sends you home. The sun is just moving on. Forget me not, dear.