Saint Asaph
Waiting around for grace
Just a pinch goes a long way
No one comes home
Comatose, she's overdosed
Less than ideal
How ungodly how unreal

Snow
As our feet followed stones
Sun hit the fence leaving lines on the graves
Like June
Where our pale bodies lay
Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades

Waiting around for grace
Perfect view of the wrong way
Turn on, tune in, jump out
Jump out

June
Where our pale bodies lay
Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades
Leaves
On the steps while we wait
Moon hit twigs leaving lines on your face
But soon
When we evaporate
Will sun slip the cracks and leave lines on the grave?