No need to throw us a line
We've already submerged
Cups half full of the abyss
This ship tipped over before it could sail

Put your ear against the ground my dear
You just might hear
Our muted fear
Spring won't be silent much longer

Shiny red low hanging fruit
The sweet taste of lust
Endless wanderlust down broken paths
Leading to endless wraths
Once bitten,twice shy

There can be no shade around fallen trees
Only shadows of what was meant to be
My son, there will be no harvest
The fruit was rotten
From the top until the seed

On the Eve of our final midnight
Words pass from parent to child
Seeds for new gardens
Shadows from the permanent moonlight
Crooked paths through naked trees
Seeds that thirst
My cup runs empty
I swallowed it all
When I drowned