You remember what Earth felt like

before we took gems out of it?

Are we meant to make mines

and cities and ballads of love

from colourful rocks?

Can't stop thinking about

the purpose of stones

deep deep away from the sun

 

 

 

I look at you and see

all the things I won't allow myself to be

and think: you ought to change

I know you feel it

we both grow short, and sad

But when I lift my eyes and meet myself

you grow tall and fall in love

and ask me for this dance