epilogue tune

how much is too much for the half-open heart? a landslide and a river.

earth and water dreaming of one another and then shoving their love

into a locket, a pictureframe, a snowglobe - you understand.

shrink and then again. stand under the hot water and melt. if you love

like molten gold, will the men love you back? the romantics stand in a line

and wait to walk off the cliff. it’s not our time anymore. lady in a long dress.

man with a sword. defenders of one another. catch the sword and

pull me closer instead. it’s overdone. it’s down and out. we’re through

with the charades and shenanigans. all the lovers that mattered turned into stars.

there’s no space left in the sky for us. you want a love that swells in you

like a newborn god’s first breath. you want the affection to have teeth.

blood and a white dress. blood and a red dress. i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i’m sorry,

i’m sorry, we lost the map to the olden days, we lost sight of the river,

and the landslide swallowed the village whole. what became of the lovers

who stood on the mountain’s edge and watched the earth crumble?

i’m looking at you right now. we’re too late. but i’m looking at you anyway.