When lacy wears decompose I do not know, where do they go? Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air Oh, the edges crisp and frayed Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see When lacy wings decompose I do not know, where do they go? Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air
And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see Them ascend & remember….remember What is white All the edges crisp & frayed Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see Them ascend & remember….remember What is white, what is white……..