You know, I don't start thinking about it
Until I start thinking without it
Then when I think without it, I wish I had never
I wish I had never thought about it
I read somewhere that you read your fortune
And it left you without an elegy
Your own empty obituary and I'm sad to see you go
But I heard you sang songs
All of juniper to Aphrodite
She said oh, oh, oh my love
Aren't you wildfire and cadence?
And I saw it all, the bloody and the beautiful
And my eyes felt numb, the dark side of the moon
Let me kiss the sun
Doesn't it make a difference?
Doesn't it make a difference?
