Andy

Hold onto that fire
Andy, it’s the right time
In the evenings we find
Our breath becomes mist

I did try, to be warm
Our round trip flight
A trip to your heart

Water and fog
Covers our back
We made heaven in our bed
A paradise in our heads

I meant well
Was open for the fun
Between the willows and cotton
Attractions become new rides

Open to push me away
Andy, the consequence of the perfect panic
Her baby was dead in the morning
Cain was a beautiful boy

Just… feelings
Snow white became our best friend
Heaven within piles of white
The bad batch

A fast paced exit
Spoons and needles, silver upon pirate sails
Andy, I’ll find you in the fires
Make heaven real again.