isn’t it romantic?

i’ve been burning logs for hours

collecting ash for your travels

let’s have breakfast before you go

can we please sit for a moment, my sunshine baby?

my sunshine baby

my sunshine babe

released into the grand unknown

the firstest first kisses not shown, but it’s coming back

it’s coming back to me

isn’t it romantic?

it’s always been our journey: remembering our way back from the others’ house

it looks much different after dark

than in the dust of dawn

I find my path and I love the tune of yours

I know that we’ve got work to do and I know that I will join you soon

my golden

well he kissed me and I drove home listening to your voice

picking up bread crumbs, knowing you must be close

my golden

ten piedad