Tags / zydeco

candles in a salt ring will dance / you don't have to repent tonight at all

gonna fashion their bones into a frame / tie the flags on a string / stretched across until they're wings / i'm no closer to heaven

drilled to the chest, the amulet receives our forgotten face

and you shone in a way, right through my hands, despite my place

once the ice is broke, every hand you held will pull you down

you made your move when i wasn't ready yet