Geranium
Aoife Nessa Frances
A light in an empty room
Opens call through your chest
You can enter through a trapdoor
Brought in by the rest
Glass flower in an empty drawer
Why throw the things you've picked?
Stale for some, Geranium
So wither in a great white hum
You won't feel pain
The way you knew
That echo follows sunshine
And brings it home to you
Glass flower in an empty drawer
Why throw the things you've picked?
Stale for some, Geranium
So wither in a great white hum