Times of the day that dont mean anything
cloudy a nostalgia gone too far into tears


Fog rolled into your valley tonight
I was here young like you are now


To the edge of the canyons mouth spit out
All it was is a collapsing weather pattern


I drink water only to quench my thirst for instance
litterally eat only clouds for dinner and breakfast


Who was never mine , and never ever will be
Beyond all means sent aside yourself Darling


Behind fate and whatever the universe wants
Freedom just the unknown precipice hidden

Beatrixe Fox