Sweetheart
I'm beginning to forget what your face looks like
I'm beginning to forget how your eyes smolder like stars in the countryside
Bright little embers in the northern lights
Angel
I'm beginning to dissipate the clouds I found
I'm beginning to dissipate the mist creeping through the air vents
The fume of you weaving like a tune
You lit up, my dear little moon
I had enough
My head hurt like the afternoon
You lit up and now I can see the walls
Close enough to feel anything at all
Firefly
I'm beginning to come down from this night long high
I'm beginning to grasp what is meant by kindness: I can't have it
I won't let myself lose this Hiraeth
You lit up, my dear little moon
I had enough
My head hurt like the afternoon
You lit up and now I can see the walls
Close enough to feel anything at all
Sweetheart
Angel
Lightning bug
