Camila

Signs that say we're done, well before sunset, ashes scattered and gone, God's association due, our astonished bet, no whispered thank yous, fire and distant thunder, leave me here to set, unbroken amongst us, my tongue is like glue, no matter what the debt, what does it add to, don't know where I'm from, tired of making threats, beyond our daily stone, my arms hold him yet. these are not my blues, houses that we let, fighting over what to do, somewhere there's a jet.