Texty: Raised By Swans. Secret Garden/ S.C..

my love buried its young with
just one question
it broke the spell
i?ve bitten my tongue but
it?s set in motion

i pulled a rope and rang a bell
when you carved your neural runes into my spine
and then you lowered a light for me to decode them
i dug through miles of tangled earth to say i?d try

in your arms i?m silver air and sleeping pills
but you draw your tripwires with poison quills
the garden awakes
you?re drawing away
i?m drawing my first breath
but roots hold tight like traplines
they carry a lot of weight

don?t save your strength for the end of the dream
all you?ll have left is please don?t leave
please don?t leave