Gossamer Letra

she was all violins;
and a few hours older.

Northern belle.
Beauty started her war.
Say farewell to fairy tales,

the sins of men have hollowed out.
But in the rain,
she walks with her heart set.

One by one they fall asleep.
So unaware,
she walks with her heart set;
her will set.

Soon enough they’ll all regret
the neon glow of her gossamer nights.