close up the door of abandoned self-control

it's like a show where the maps will all unfold

don't tell me why there is a price of spring

uncover other things

the leaves to lie


marked by new growth making circles with a pen

of all unknowns can we wait until the end

don't tell me why there is a price of spring

uncover other things

the leaves to lie


i'll admit to half that should make your map

these words hang frozen and swollen and still

right here i open and close up my will

so there's not one thing

til there's not one thing