Post Tropical

Will not come home

Tepid and cold

Crawling lessons to the fold

Trace it by line

Light in the ground

Feeling the face to the sound

Now I can't walk

I can barely run and the walls will travel on

Tear it into you, loss giving it all to you

Here have wait and here we sit

All the help gathering now

Learn to be fly through what's left

All they sell, got it in me

Floating the soft in the stream

No one can run, I can barely walk

Move on now, travel on

Terrible but I'm giving it all away

No one here I say

Forest me, best to give

Hold on, hold on