Cotton Clouds
there's candy on the water
how sweet the evening slaughters
a day of building nests
impressions of our Sunday best
there's candy on the water
and all the love gets caught here
how to eat the sky
before the feeling dies
see we can't fool ourselves
and when the moon slips from the clouds
I want to shout
to my sleeping self
to those drifting crowds
these cotton clouds will smother you somehow
this pink will burn your mouth
you're foolish child
how sweet the evening slaughters
a day of building nests
impressions of our Sunday best
there's candy on the water
and all the love gets caught here
how to eat the sky
before the feeling dies
see we can't fool ourselves
and when the moon slips from the clouds
I want to shout
to my sleeping self
to those drifting crowds
these cotton clouds will smother you somehow
this pink will burn your mouth
you're foolish child
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Writer(s): Lucy Kathryn Kruger
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