Holding your hand feels like Autumn leaves
Your mouth tastes of clay and earth and your eyes have set a long time ago
But when the sun was in your eyes I fell
You don't need to hunt for what you will fall into
The Deadfall is for certain and for always
But "Always" almost never means it
Like when the stars burn out from the sky
Such as we
The sun splendored golden fields knew us well
The white dove flew both day and night until no more
I held your hand until your hand let go, and you let go
The Deadfall is for certain and for all
Such as we