Spell 17
Sand coats my ankles
In the high summer heat
But I gather no blisters
On the soles of my feet
You can measure my memory
It is turquoise and deep
Like the sea in the delta
Or the sycamore tree
But I was the first to notice
That my face hadn't aged a day
I felt younger than ever before
Somehow I knew it was gonna last forever
Sharp is the scarab
That I hold in my hand
Oh it begs me to crush it
It's all I can stand
Just to keep my heart steady
And keep my fingers still
But you know that I protect you
And you know I always will
Cause you were the last to notice
That my face, after all these years
Hadn't aged a day
I looked younger than ever before
And I felt new, like I could save you
I'm gonna save you now