High Green Grass

she’s staring she’s traveling in our drawing scene she’s traveling high grass evening twilight in a storm you leave the crowd in our nights , our sleep when it’s cold and grey you wish all your fears could just blow away sunday pensive sorrow when you draw away in our songs starkness (in the ) midnight silence you’re still traveling in our thoughts you’re still in our thoughts when it’s fall in the movement of our coats when it’s blowing