holy golden

Hair holy black
Lost in the parade of broken eyelashes
Make noise in the hallway
We're starless space
We're unheard serenade
We've come in stride and leave the ghost behind
I bleed myself dry, the cut won't cauterize

We would roll together in the clover
We would drop the anchor in the lake
We would take the only road to nowhere and
Stop at every flower on the way
I know the weeds in the garden are holy golden
We've come in stride and leave the ghost behind
I bleed myself dry, the cut won't cauterize