Athom - Soap&Skin

You seeded one seed, my love

Now rampant like cancer grows

And I bow and talk with none again

Head’s sinking, eyes down, they found

A stoned body, gliding to the ground

Forlorn too lorn to move

There’s so much to do, so much to live

Everything is said

But my love is going mad

Pry out the street

It’s too late to be easy

We’re beating the cleat

Dried out of heat

Tower me

Over me

Just as you wanted

To avoid it

You already hold it

In your hand