Glint - Deafheaven

Listening to muffled footsteps

Of those brushing

Reaching grasses

Seeing the last letters of my name

Seeing the last letters of my name

Faded and shy

Imagining us clasping hands in holiday

Imagining us clasping hands in holiday

Imagining you growing older

Growing somehow more beautiful

Imagining you growing older

Somehow more beautiful

Surrounded by your children

And children’s

Children

The midnight blue

The midnight blue of your calmness

Evening chamomile

Surrounded by

All your children’s children

The midnight blue

Of your calmness

Evening chamomile

Eyes as a morning rosewater

Eyes as a morning rosewater

I’m

I’m shrinking into your gown

Tearing the pink linen of your belly

Burying into your abdomen

And sewing the seam of your skin

I’m

I’m shrinking into your gown

Tearing the pink linen of your belly

Burying into your abdomen

And sewing the seam of your skin

Crawl