Your Private Sky - Minus The Bear

Laying in the long grass

Beside your home

Watch the day pass

Your private sky

A gull flies by

And cuts up the air into pulses

Synchronized heartbeat’s gone

I own the buried one

Blades growing through my arteries

Will you return and harvest me?

If you leave me on my own I’m done

You came and laid down

In a daydream

You smelled like cedar and roses

Skin cool to the touch

Is this real life

Not me making you up

The sky is growing deeper blue

A satellite cuts through the view

I feel the touch of a ghost

Laying in our short past

When I lost you

And we both drew

Our last breath