How long is the pattern going to speak for you?

How far can your voice reach?

Your song below the night

From my view, I can see you shudder where you are standing

In the vision, cyan blue

Now, October

This time you won’t be needing me

To run along the freeway

To weigh one’s heart against the oncoming dark

You left me with the pills

We had plans but you couldn’t make it

Through the trees, what took you so long?

The high grass, what took you so long?

Translate the fire, the venom’s rush inside your heart

How long can winter colour your every word?

And the skyline past the houses and the cities

Hyperopia, carmine red

Now, this river

This time I will

To run along the freeway

To weigh one’s heart against the oncoming dark

You left me with the pills

We had plans but you couldn’t make it

Through the trees, what took you so long?

The high grass, what took you so long?