Poor Eliza

I’m sinking, come save me poor Eliza my paths hid 
my visions all black hole and quivering 
it is what it is what it is 

I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me 
for setting my blood as your dowry 
it is what it is what it is 

well my wife, is older and has no intentions 
is mindfully out in the garden 
out with the haze softly darkening 
and painting it all light and liquid 
the shadows all cirrus and cursive 
all washing out in the distance 
all washing out in the distance 

well me and, me and my flat footed daydream 
we hold it together so simply 
are sovereign and known to be sleeping 
because we have been saving our birthdays 
from heart break and winter in swift chase 
from heart break and winter in swift chase 
from heart break and winter in swift chase