Roots Are Certain / Sky Is Empty - Code Orange

I keep forgetting the things that I have felt so easily

With the wind it all brushes off of me

Into the holes in my teeth

So I’ll spend the rest of my life in structures and colors

The shape of what your face used to mean

In a box, laden with the ones still here

Cutting palms on open trees

You’re on the edge of something

The roots are certain, the sky is empty