作词 : Inverted Psalm
作曲 : Inverted Psalm
编曲 : Inverted Psalm
My dear,
The ink in this pen froze last winter,
yet I keep writing with my own...
...what was the word you loved?
I don‘t remember anymore.
We were two papercuts on God's wrist,
bleeding libraries no one would read.
Your laughter — a chandelier of icicles,
shattering in my ribcage.
Lady,
they told me love is a verb,
but mine's a grave
where your shadow grows mushrooms.
I kept your last voicemail
inside a dead wasp's thorax.
Now its wings hum
the Morse code of
"Why didn't you"
Darling,
we were never real —
just marginalia
in some bored demon's diary.
When they find my bones,
tell them...
...tell them I almost
remembered how to cry.
This hymn eternally binds my undying love,
the Last Light in My Collapsing Universe
作词 : Inverted Psalm
作曲 : Inverted Psalm
编曲 : Inverted Psalm
My dear,
The ink in this pen froze last winter,
yet I keep writing with my own...
...what was the word you loved?
I don‘t remember anymore.
We were two papercuts on God's wrist,
bleeding libraries no one would read.
Your laughter — a chandelier of icicles,
shattering in my ribcage.
Lady,
they told me love is a verb,
but mine's a grave
where your shadow grows mushrooms.
I kept your last voicemail
inside a dead wasp's thorax.
Now its wings hum
the Morse code of
"Why didn't you"
Darling,
we were never real —
just marginalia
in some bored demon's diary.
When they find my bones,
tell them...
...tell them I almost
remembered how to cry.
This hymn eternally binds my undying love,
the Last Light in My Collapsing Universe