The Moon is a white eye
Watching my mouth move
I pull the silver thread
From deep inside my throat
(Cold thread)
It tastes of salt and iron
The air is sharp like glass
I give it to the night
(All of it)
I spill it on the ground
(Down to the roots)
Hold my breath until I float
Weightless in your silver
The grass feels like wet silk
Pressing against my skin
I have been a hunter
Hiding in the brush
(Waiting)
But here I am a seeker
Turned soft by what I say
I give it to the night
(All of it)
I spill it on the ground
(Down to the roots)
Hold my breath until I float
Weightless in your silver
No one is watching
But the stars and the fox
The silence is a velvet coat
Heavy on my back
I am honest now
I am finally loud
I give it to the night
(Spill it)
I give it all away
(All away)