and soon you'll know the reasoning behind the rattle in your eye
but does it need a why?
the teaching of a lesson, a vessel for a lie
alone you won't contemplate aloud
for no one owns their tongue
you must have seen the sun ignite inside your headlamp
oil in your arm
wail at the moon
peeling the paint back
exposing the wood
soaked to the bone
those fast and slow moments were never there for us
which do you leave?
how many can you save, hold up to your eye?
how purely you will know
a likeness in your homeland
a lyric in your tongue