Remove that need The orchids thrive In the dark I found the night awake
We found dried leaves Pressed inside the book Like a stark vision of time I wish you were still alive
And will the memories be lost When we lose you When they clear the house You lived so many years
No matter how far you are away I see you in the distance The distance
We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to Sometimes the sunset doesn’t want to be photographed We are no tigers in the picked-bone grasslands Ela dear knows a dork in a thrift store hat And that is that.