let's go search for guns
inside the rivers
let's go back to our kingdom
inside the cardboard
let's hide away our spirits
and only let our tellurian skin show
        let our derelict dialect drop and only speak in kisses
        and your eyes are commas, they make me pause for awhile
        and darling you may have been beautiful for awhile
        but i like to liken you to a starless night, had you've not opened
        your eyes for awhile

where treehouses took us above ground
        and our kingdom rested out in the rain
      and every drop numbs the cells and neurons
        inside my own mortal frame, you are the darkside
          the emptiness in the tattered bed sheets besides me
         as i lay asking myself what you could be
                and life is still wonderful despite the time slipping away
                        and me not knowing you enough