from Moth, released December 13, 2013
Time gets a little closer with bees in the air
Crying gets a little grosser with blood in your tears
I would put words in your ear

My baby's crying tonight
She might be trying to find
Her childhood, her childhood
Under her eyes, Open her mind
Take a look inside, every pretty thing is on fire
Drinking from all of my lighters

Somebody was painting pictures of raspberry skies
Nobody was ever with her when she lost her mind,
I'm finding it so hard to find

We would grow all of our food
She wears her heart on her shoes
A little too tight a little too tight
Walking outside, sun goin' down
Blood pouring out, lizards in the trees like a quire

I'm drinking rainwater, someone insane bought her clothes
Sleeping with you, while we're eating the fruit that we grow

When you grow up don't fuck up your home
And don't leave them alone
Cause a flower won't grow
If it's covered in snow

Lemon trees are turning violet and violence is turning red
Redder than a diamond's eyelid and open-minded as a friend
Seven trees all grow from your head
Seven trees all grow from your head