Perfume Genius
When
She'll go out on the yard,holding her small daughter in her armsAbove the line of the tress,Above the end of the street,she will see it risinggold ball, large as a giantplanet starting to lift up over ours.She will go out in the yard holding her daughterlooking at it riseand grow and blossom and rise
From Letras Mania