A Verdant Fancy

Don't get up
When you hear the crooked wind talk back
Oh, your body's gone hard
Boarded windows floor-wood cracks

Steady footing onward s
Memories en-armored
Will make it hard to love whatever you're around

Soft white night
Swallow all your ghosts in time
No, don't ever want more
The letters said I'm doing fine

Is that what you came for
We'll get caught below and make a mess
All over my floor
Empty smiles
But wait 'till you confess

Don't get up
In your pretty blood-stained dress
Oh, your body's gone hard
Flowers blooming from your chest

You know what you're here for
Vivid greens and deer-calls
Still it's savvy of you to get out of town

Is that what you came for
We'll get caught below and make amends
All over my floor
Empty smiles
But wait 'till you confess

(Savvy of you to get out of town)



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Vogler
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