Tekster: Battery. Aftermath. Wist.

The rain brings it out
the early morning sun and the air
the night brings it out in me
when you're not there

you were petals floating in water
and you were violet ash
you were curls on my skin
and you made me collapse

you were a confusion I adored
and you were lace filtered light
you were wind on a warm day
you were red hair in black and white

you were the one I thought I understood
yes you were the forest in my blood

you were the way I thought that life should be
and I know
I know you will remember me