Hounds chase me down, whispering remember when’s.
Guilt runs a finger up my spine and I shape the memory of those words –
Words which stick and will not be forced into the open,
But my land still betrays the secret.
There is always half the battle left
‘Cause you’ve got a mind that could swallow up the sun.
When I was as lonely and as cold as the moon
You could always take me down.
Remember how I would crack my bones to accommodate you;
Let you sit within my ribcage for days.
Remember when I built you a shelter from my skin,
Remember how quickly I let you in.
Mountains sparkling with snow are so unforgiving up close
And all of our words are spoken. No matter how far I go
Shrapnel of you still resides in these wounds,
And we are just residue.