Airwaves - Be Forest

Ashen hands on me

Keep your wings and go away

Nursery bones start spinning

I’m slipping out of time

I look around and I see those white storms

I’m dreaming these waves, I never could go back

I’ve tucked there

In the silence of the word

The sailors ain’t coming back

And the women cry white petals

I look around and I see those white storms

I’m dreaming these waves, I never could go back