First Ideas Lyrics by The Glass Canoe

Moving floors
Eyes are dreaming
Melting hand
Face is screaming
Stretching halls
Creature pleading
Slipping fall
Concrete feeding

Found your love in a garden that’s dead
She was the only one in red

Castle walls
Notes are blooming
Fountain calls
Fingers looming
Hatching sun
Wings are bleeding
Spider sighs
Three is breathing

Found your love in a garden that’s dead
She was the only one in red