Everything will wither around you
Droplet by droplet
I break down
Will not be true to the evident
Droplet by droplet
Is the bow of life here?
Will not be true to the evident
Honey also happens to be death’s color
Is the bow of life here?
The hand one hates oneself with
Honey also happens to be death’s color
We wait until we’re dew.
The hand one hates oneself with
I break down
We wait until we’re dew.
Everything will wither around you