My Firetower Flame - The Promise Ring

Clouds are brightening,

because heaven has overflowed.

Mexican chocolate leaves dimples long with gushes.

So when the moon disappears, heaven is over.

I lost my eyes in alcohol.

While you said your summer is overall, over now.

I live across the street from heaven and catching the notes of an eye,

there’s nothing like catching your eyes.

So when the moon disappears, heaven is over.