The Final High

now that is hills are covered with clover like a new days sun suspended in the sky shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell praying that you dont see me cry rugged thoughts of fear and loud commotion panic stations in my brain twisted colours in a champagine supernova illuminating up and down my spine now that is hills are covered with clover like a new days sun suspended in the sky shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell praying that you dont see me cry