We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space
Can you take a picture before the flash melts my face
Do it between the colonies and the time that is fire laced
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
The waters been dragged too far
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
Because the hooves have evaporated it away
Your laughter suffers a shortage, only powered by tragedy
How it leaks on the floor dripping through a pool of teeth
Is there a home for the lies
When you said the stingers sufficed
There is no home for the lice
The pets that live inside your mouth
We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space
We laughed inside your colonies
We lived inside your breath
We cried as you found your answers
We knew your best memories were of a bad, bad dream
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