I wish my hands would shake
Everything must be smooth again
Hands running through the hair
I will befriend your shame
Everything must be smooth again
After it snowed stars
I will befriend your shame
In the middle of a bursting spring
After it snowed stars
I don’t converse in my dreams
In the middle of a bursting spring
I celebrate doomsday every day.
I don’t converse in my dreams
Hands running through the hair
I celebrate doomsday every day.
I wish my hands would shake