Denmark / Van Gogh & Gone

I watched the trees kiss while sharing ideas with
A cloud who was pouring along sharing tendencies
Amidst a monet’s world I built from the tip of my tongue
That emphasised everything

The tendrils of time melt with my head in denmark

And I’m thankful everyday
I left my home, my head
My world could never descend
Not at all

I want you to see in my window
And lose all your bones
And all your skin
Feel like you can float

I want you to see in my window
And lose all your bones
And all your skin
Feel like you can float