Domestic Alien

Golden lilac lilies melt your heart until it’s gone Traces of the organ rest floating in your blood Sink, sink, sink your boat until the day is done Come home to the words that stained you just for fun Now I’m speaking in kaleidoscopes Drifting through the things I wrote My grandpa knows my backup plans I hope I die with empty hands Lovely distant strings move away until I’m low The footpath of the cello ties me in a bow Chase, chase, chase the boat, it carries empty shows You’ll never know what to do until the pretense goes Now I’m speaking in kaleidoscopes Drifting through the things I wrote My grandpa knows my backup plans I hope I die with empty hands Look around, hear the sounds Hold the treasures that you’ve found Feel the static in your chest No more words, nothing left Living through kaleidoscopes Drowning in the things I wrote Grandpa knows my backup plans I hope I die with empty hands