Fluke Wiring

Cave Clove

Compositor: Katie Clover

I’ve layed it on the table
It’s rough when I am able
The redwood colored rapture
It’s happy ever after

Our pocket universes
Determining our truths till the novelty disperses
Eyes on the dangerous prizes we think quickly all day
We try to present as embracingly curious always

I'm running my fresh recovered mile a minute
And I'm still making you feel like a million dollars
I'm still trying to bridge sufficient worlds
And when you sense the unbroken circles
And that nobody’s to blame

It doesn’t make it easy to fathom a system dependent on pain
Attempting with all of our fierceness to break even
We must shake the hands of our kin as we walk away