Aloha
Trick Spring
Rhododendron hold your hand your world has reached the endOne thing has confused the ground and every sleeping bulb is waking nowAre you among these dying mounds all rotten and alone?All my recent memories have stopped coming aroundThe trick of the trade, a season god has madeA totem to the heavens, a weathered machineAn impostor is upon us, another bony dayAnd all my simple feelings are melting awayThe trick of the trade, a season god has madeA totem to the heavens, a weathered machineAn impostor is upon us, another gorgeous dayAnd all my simple feelings are melting awayAll my cherished memories are melting away
From Letras Mania