The wheat is yellow
a waving sea
the fence totters
the wind blows it down
she breathes life into me

the minutes are hollow
and yet they heal
all scars of sorrow
it heats my ears
pulsing with little screams

ah

Here lie all your things I’ve hoarded
and left unsorted
the house is unlocked
the wind caught inside
on a rampage to find
and disperse our things

attend to your losses
attend therapy
i listen to the lilting windchimes
and the whispering trees
the lake swallows my wedding ring
i want to scream

ah

my car’s engine
has been fixed
the vine gropes at the door
i won’t touch it anymore