| Hypericum |
|---|
| ,in your dress |
| And the ringing of the bells |
| Oh, you won’t tell what you could’ve had |
| Early in your lies |
| Part of you stand still |
| Pull your sky over like wool |
| For us |
| Run to the ones you thought |
| You could love |
| It’s the same |
| Chipped out sense |
| And we are turning in |
| I have been so high |
| Oh, it’s needed so more |
| I have no more to give |
| Slow life cycles have come to close |
| About to lose these shattered hearts |
| To your kiss, turn to you now |
| I have been staying to show you that |
| Show clearly, cry, cry |
