How could i not?
Holding the picture burning
the flame closing in
yet the soul still hovers in the air.
I believe there are many kingdoms left.
The trees are lit with brass.
All rivers are full of sky.
A single gem
has throbbed in my chest
my whole life.
the flame closing in
yet the soul still hovers in the air.
I believe there are many kingdoms left.
The trees are lit with brass.
All rivers are full of sky.
A single gem
has throbbed in my chest
my whole life.
—with lines from Dean Young's "Belief in Magic"
