Last Time

The last time we were here I was two

I watched you reappear from the scarlet sky

The wild geese were returning

Falling embers from the burning April sun

How this place has changed, like my voice

The wildflowers drink the rain, they have no choice

All their faces getting wet

They just sway so slow and let the water wash them

Now your eyes too, fill with water

As your facе turns to your daughter, dull and grey

What's a valley gonna say as hеr trees are stripped away without warning

The last time we were here the wind was colder

Snow rose to my ear, and to your shoulder

I took a crooked photograph

Froze the second of your laughter, rosy cheeks

Now the months turn into weeks

As the violet crystal shrinks, you may not meet her

What's the winter gonna do

As her ice runs hot and blue