The Heaven Moon - ASG

Eyes are for prying open wounds like canyons

Teeth are to grind, taste is to find

Ain’t no sense in it all

And I’m unable from keeping the spark from setting to fire

The heaven moon is full

Dare we climb outside?

Forget what’s left of here?

Is there room for two?

Shall we forever hide?

Pulse to the vein

Flight to the feather

Down from the hillsides we climb

Point the mirror inside those you know so well

But you can’t describe who you see

Thimble for you shovel for me

Was it beautiful?

When you stepped outside?

Forgot what’s left of here?

Skin and bones designed to run our kingdom wild