Our fawning independency Completely fakes Emboss a pearl beneath the skin Can't be erased And I know it's maybe good for them To touch and trace Come warm these hands between the sighs Of my trembling face It's all for nothing But something that grows when I watch you grow Into a system, we kiss them And the grass marinates our toes Until we try Until we try Until we try Until we try Until we try Left on the road We're never going to see the chrysanthemums bloom Bringing it home Will we be able to smooth our contortionist wounds The sun is sleeping The clouds are creeping The wind is calling The sky is falling Falling Falling Falling