The Eighteenth Emergency (EP)
Our voices carry on the wind. Our bodies sing from limb to limb.
Whole families fall while we look and live and laugh. My heart beats far too fast.
I love the sound the season brings. The cups and the colours let me think.
These blades may kill but they'll glow before they burn. They sear before they hurt.
And I'm keeping you here.
You stand so tall, you look so grave. You hang so high, you come so late.
My hands prepare for an eighteenth emergency, it's one I'd pay to see.
I'm keeping you here.