Skulls

You hang like a ghost in the foreground
The city is dark until they throw the switch
The soft glow of a fair complexion
Who could forget it?
Your hair is a subtle obstruction
I find it a place at the back of your ears
Who could forget it?

The underlying reason for the flowers in my hand
Is clear as you illuminate the lay of the land
The overarching nature of the gift is in the curse
And the consequence appears atop a pile of skulls

The arrow is home in the heart of the hunted
You blur into a silhouette
Blonde hair and a hell of a sunset
Who could forget it?

The underlying reason for the flowers in my hand
Is clear as you illuminate the lay of the land
The overarching nature of the gift is in the curse
And the consequence appears atop a pile of skulls

On a winding road in Tennessee
My mind arrives in California
You can throw your tears into the sea
Kick and scream, but that won't make it ripple

Nothing can resolve if nothing never starts
I'm going to miss this

The underlying reason for the flowers in my hand
Is clear as you illuminate the lay of the land
The overarching nature of the gift is in the curse
And the consequence appears atop a pile of skulls