Lyrics:

The hair is blonde and falls
Down your face
An unsuccessful attempt
To try and erase

The fog(?fall) is blue and settles
Settles with the heat
This bitching is familiar i can
Trace you with my feet

The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast
This is not a test, it's just an ask
And the question is how fast

A bird that's small enough
To winter in your ear
Bleeds you draining cup of oil
It's bitter, makes me cheer

??grasping body front
??cleaning into moon
Sheets are wrapped around i will be
Joining you there soon

The matter is not where we go**