Raina Rose

In a drum machine Silence and reverie Into the Argosy Under the effigy Sadness so sexy Rises like the tides But like some bias

you're a bastion in the night crawl and when the wind swells across the plains into the

I'm not supposed to get so close to sadness so sexy.

Your eyes is like the tide.

I am a church key on the forest floor.

And when the wind surrounds across the plains into the wishing well,

But is that something, is it something I could hold on to?

Is it your patchwork pattern heart?

The constellations, sadness so sexy Rises like the tides, the likes of my eyes often sing The likes of my eyes often sing