Raise your torch and yonder slowly
Cauldron that holds different glory
Race me not to unkempt holy
Whatever you feel like calling it
Something is the stained hands you have
From never ever covering them
I look at how you hold your pen
A joy to be a guest a friend
I peel into pieces
So if one dies
On the moon, it will just hurt a little
Letters of love that don't say much
Ingredient we claim to stuff
In meals and songs and crafts and such
I'm starring at a milk dipped cloud
I peel into pieces
So if one dies
On the moon, it will just hurt a little
I peel into pieces
So if one dies
On the moon, it will just hurt a little
I'm full speed curious up top
To what means is one fulfilled
I peel into pieces
So if one dies
On the moon, it will just hurt a little
I peel into pieces
So if one dies
On the moon, it will just hurt a little
