Dirt - Young Jesus

May’s a dreamer of the dream that grows in greens and violets

She’s a feeler of the things that’re only soothed by silence

Her frenzied blood flowing to her hands

In everything she sees the aftermath

She’s a shell of a cathedral built on leaves and lilacs

She’s a feeler of the things that’re only soothed by silence

Her frenzied blood flowing to her hands

In everything she sees the aftermath