Plans - Monument Valley

Like it was a grave

I layed a bouquet of fists

Upon your chest

And I pressed, and I pressed, and I pressed

We live for every half breath

Until all That was left

Was the in and the exhale

Spinning around my head

And we made plans

Like they meant something

Plans that we held

In fragile hands

That fell from fragile hands

Your parent haven’t liked me

Since I was 4 foot tall

While your mum

Measured my height with a pen

And I recall the teeth

Standing like headstones

In your fathers mouth

A crooked line of soldiers waiting

For the order to fall out

And they kissed your head

And they asked me to leave

They don’t want me sharing

The air their daughter had to breathe

And you smiled at them

And you turn and you looked at me

The back of your head

Looked so disappointed as you left

And you were walking so fast

I never heard what you said

Your saying now

That you wish me luck

But never meant me

To have that much

You said fortune it never smiled on us

And we made plans

Like they meant something

Plans that we held

In fragile hands

We made plans

We made plans

We made plans

We made plans

We made plans

Like they meant something

Plans that we held

In fragile hands

That fell from fragile hands

And we made plans

Like they meant something

Plans that we held

In fragile hands

That fell from fragile hands