Fable - Summer Underground

We ran away one Sunday morning

Early in spring

Far from the city we crossed every border

The three of us things

Out in the fields

We wed and we waded through the deepest of streams

Toward the jungle of steam

Where the sun burns so hot

We spend hours in water

Letting the toxins out of our skin

I made you clothes out leaves

We spend our days roaming

Because here in the forest there’s no art and no money

So while nobody dreams, no ones in debt

Your mother and father

Your possible daughter

The blood orange sun

Beating down on your chest

I will never love you

More than I loved you

When you were the bravest person I’d ever met

Before we know it

The sacrament’s over

Why build a fort and burn it down the same day

These are the things we cannot explain

Only a feeling

Here in Brooklyn we march from the center

Eyes covered, head down

Nothing about it is grand or unusual

Everything feels like its breaking